So a further 30 million dollars is to be slashed from our court system here in California, the largest in the nation? This is on top of the 70 million already taken away this last fiscal year. That’s, get this, $100 MILLION DOLLARS. This means that by the end of June, there will be:

350 fewer employees

56 fewer courtrooms

No court reporters for civil trials unless bought and paid for by the litigants (Appeal? Good luck with that. Shoot the wounded? They may now shoot the living dead)

4 Juvenile Delinquency courts will close

A program that annually sees more than 100,000 minors in trouble for low-level offenses faces elimination

And the result? We can now expect to see divorce and custody hearings stretched out for months and years. Any conclusion will become superfluous, and lives will take longer to go down the drain.

Our court officials have this to say, and notice the self-serving bias:

Juvenile Court presiding judge Michael Nash said We have 20,000 kids on probation and we want to help those kids to turn their lives around. The less time you have to deal with them, the less likely you are going to be able to do that.

Court Executive Officer/clerk John Clarke (no relation) said Never before has a budget crisis dealt so crippling a blow to our court.

Superior Court presiding judge Lee Smalley Edmon said These extraordinary actions cut into the core work of the courts. With risks of more reductions on the horizon, we are already rationing justice….. The public cannot tolerate any further major service reductions.

Chief Justice Tani Cantil-Sakauye said Since 2008, the judicial branch budget has seen an unprecedented cut in its ability to function, struggling mightily to provide justice for all.

SO WHERE’S THE MONEY???

Sterling Norris, of the public interest group JUDICIAL WATCH said, in his letter to D.A. Steve Cooley dated April 13, 2011, that in the eleven year period from 1997 to 2008, the County of Los Angeles had illegally paid an estimated $350 MILLION DOLLARS in supplemental judicial benefits to approximately 1,000 Superior Court judges. He said that it was the duty of the D.A. to sue for the recovery of this money and to add 20% for damages. He said that if the D.A. didn’t want to go after the money, then the citizens of Los Angeles County could, by federal law, do it, in the name of the county, for these payments had not been authorized by the legislature. Later defensive actions from, of all places, Sacramento and the California Supreme Court under Ronald George, resulted in nothing being done, and instead they immunized the judges from future and past(!) attacks and recovery attempts.

The loudest of the protestors was the heroic senior citizen Richard Fine, in his 70s put away in solitary confinement for eighteen months for his noise by a pouting judge. I’ve written up his story below.

I HAVE A SOLUTION! Two, actually.

First, use this opportunity to make a sea change in the way justice is meted out, and at much less cost. How?

a. Do away with lawyer judges altogether. Let them come from the ranks of ordinary citizens.

b. Dispense with the hogwash precedential tomes gathering dust on the shelves of countless law libraries and in the chambers of countless judges.

c. Replace “The Law” as we know it, with the structure of the Small Claims Court model, presided over by tribunals of one or more ordinary citizens like you and me. (No, not you, Mr. Esquire.)

d. Let divorces and custody cases be mediated so that the action is between the principals alone, under the watchful eye of the court. And when the contest is ended, let them sign a written agreement, which becomes an enforceable contract.

e. Let litigant warfare be waged by principals, not lawyers, in front of juries, not judges.

Second, let the money stolen from the public by judges be returned to the people for use in these new courts. Let this money (it’s approaching half a billion dollars with interest) go back into the coffers of the general budget to provide justice for the citizens of California.

Here’s a Third. Nominate Jerry Springer for Chief Justice. He’d know the way to go, how to set it up, and how to get fast results. That’s not such a wild suggestion, given the Arnold Schwarzeneggar-for-Governor experiment.

Feminism, Motherhood, Politics, Security, Family Values, Children, Patriotism, White House, Whore House, Beer, all coming together, if you know what I mean.  Ah…America!  Brings it all back for me, sixty-two years ago it is. Now I remember why I emigrated from gloomy old England. THIS is why I came to live here!

Muybridge (birth name Edward James Muggeridge)  emigrated from England when a young man, and settled in the Bay area of San Francisco.  In his forties, he took to himself a young wife named Flora, and while away on one of his photography trips, probably shooting landscapes in Yosemite, or Eskimos in Alaska, or American Indians in Oregon, he returned home to find love-letters between her and another man. She had taken a lover, a Major Larkyns. Did she file for divorce? Did he go to California Family Court? No. This is what he did:

He sought Larkyns out and said, “Good evening, Major, my name is Muybridge and here’s the answer to the letter you sent my wife” and thereupon shot him dead.

He was tried for murder and pleaded temporary insanity. Friends testified that the accident had dramatically changed his personality from genial and pleasant to unstable and erratic. The jury dismissed the insanity plea, and the judge acquitted him. Verdict: “Justifiable Homicide”. His patron, race-horse owner Governor Stanford, paid for his defense.

He divorced his wife, and was awarded custody of their son Florado (nicknamed “Floddie”). Muybridge believed Larkyns to be the boy’s biological father due to calendar dates, but, as an adult, Floddie was said to bear a remarkable resemblance to Muybridge. Anyway, he worked as a ranch hand and gardener, lived in Sacramento, and in 1944 was killed by a car.

I’m only left to wonder why my daughter chose this subject for her story. There were no killings during my adventures in court (thankfully.) The only insanity was going on behind the bench, and in the privacy of Judge Gold’s chambers, from which I was excluded. Never mind. Shows she’s thinking about me.

I felt the need to become one, because the Notary Public office is above all a POSITION OF TRUST. And, because of my experiences in and out of court, I want the public, those interested, to believe that what I tell them is true. I wish the same could be said of utterances from the media, judges, attorneys and sales people, much of which has the force of professional and therefore expert advice.

However, I am not an attorney. I am not licensed to give what passes for legal advice, whether it’s good or bad. I can only tell you what happened to me in passing, and how I handled it. My story, not yours.

What is it that I CAN do? Well, as a Notary, I cannot perform weddings, more’s the pity, because they can do it in Florida, Maine and South Carolina.

But I can administer OATHS (the polite and legal form), and identify who you are, and place or attach my seal to the document. The document might be a DEED, A CONTRACT, AN AFFIDAVIT, A POWER-OF-ATTORNEY, A PERSONAL COLLECTIBLE ITEM, A DECLARATION, A WILL (maybe not), A DEPOSITION, or something else. A PHOTO? No, I cannot notarize a photo, but you can write in the margin that you swear the photo is you, and then I can notarize your signature. Passport applications might require this.

But I cannot help you prepare or adjust your document, or even suggest what form of notarization you may require. For that you have to tell me, or get advice from someone who can.

You might be from California, another State of the Union, or England, or Europe, or the Far East, doesn’t matter. Under The Hague Convention of 1961, it’s called an Apostille. Where most civilized countries show they are able to cooperate without rancor. Something like the Post Office is able to do, internationally.

Anyway, here are some of the document services I can perform here in Los Angeles for anyone with the need.

Marriage Licenses, Divorce agreements, Divorce decrees
Birth Certificates, Marriage Certificates, Death Certificates
Single Status to Marry, No record of a Marriage
Criminal Record
Power of Attorney – General, Special, Finance, Real Estate etc.
Notarized copies of Passport, Affidavits, and other documents
Papers for ADOPTION purposes
Transcripts (School, College, University, or any other issuing agency)
Diploma, Degree Certificates, Graduation Records
Corporate documents, such as:
Articles of Incorporation, Certificate of Incorporation
Merger Agreements
Authorization letter for Bank, Finance, Office, and related company matters
Certificates of Amendment
Certificate of good standing
Power of Attorney
Certificate of Incumbency
Corporate Resolution
Certificate of Origin
Corporate Forms
Joint Venture Agreements
Stock Purchase agreement in foreign companies
Business Letter of Invitation
Permission to Travel, Consent by Parent(s) to travel with Minor Children

and more besides. I cannot charge more than 10 bucks per signature (and nothing for a Veteran pensioner), so please, keep me busy.  Busy busy busy. Seems my acting credits are too old to get new acting assignments. However, I might get back into directing films. I see that James Cameron is on his way to New Zealand, to escape possible attack from the likes of Oliver Stone’s son, who has now declared himself to be one of THEM. So there should be new availability in the film directing world!

I can still sell you my house in the Hollywood Hills (check it out), and my muscle car, a 1989 Pontiac Turbo Indy 500 Pace car. But not as a Notary. I’d have to go to another notary to get my sales agreement notarized (COA – Conflict of Interest issues).

Oh, here’s my beautiful car:

                      and here’s my house in the Dell

The Captain had abandoned ship, and was found to be eating dinner at Giorgio Baldi’s.

This is from a concerned (anonymous) reader,:

Iran’s rise to power is thanks to President George W. Bush and his Iraq war. Thanks to him we removed a historic enemy of Iran, Saddam Hussein, from the picture, and they are now poised to take over the Middle East. Remember in the 1980s when Iraq and Iran went to war? During the first portion of that war Iran was whipping Iraq’s behind and so Reagan sent none other than our good pal Mister Rumsfeld to Iraq to sell him WMDs. We did this in hopes of preventing one powerful force from taking over the world’s oil supply. We succeeded up until 2003 when we removed Saddam from power and now the Shia muslims dominate Iraq. So, Iran has virtually conquered Iraq without firing a shot, but by parliamentary elections.

Remember that before, Saddam used chemical weapons against Iran. That country suffered a million casualties, and would not give up the fight. The people of Iran are the descendants of the Persians, one of the fiercest warrior cultures to ever walk the Earth in ancient times. Fighting them would be equivalent to Japan during the second world war. They would not stop fighting for anything, once they are awakened.

There is a dangerous potential effect of war with Iran and that is a world wide reprisal (Jihad?) against Jews, mainly from Muslims. Factor in that there are about one billion plus Muslims in the world and about fifteen million Jews world wide. It is not too far fetched to see such places as Europe and America go up in smoke as war erupts between these two groups. To back this claim, all one has to do is look at the rising anti-Semitism that is sweeping the globe. The amount of anti-Jewish violence that could come about would make the 1930s pale in comparison.

It is safe to assume that war between Iran and Israel will break out because they are the two toughest kids in the Middle Eastern neighborhood. However, the royal families of such countries as Saudi Arabia, Jordan and Kuwait secretly met with Israeli officials and gave them their blessing to stop the encroaching threat of Iran into their territory. If war does not break out soon, I estimate that in about ten years Iran will have already spread its sphere of influence into these countries to gain control of their oil supplies, and in effect rule the world economy.

I have heard that the Israeli people are always prepared for war at any time. I have also read that their high school graduates are required to serve in their military for a period of time. They have a very strong military, and a sense of defending their own from enemies. They have proven in the past that they can prevail against impossible odds in war. But if a major war breaks out in the middle east, will this be enough for them to survive? Most likely no. You see, Israel’s military has been portrayed as a smaller version of America’s military, but they are still dependant on the world’s super power to step in on their behalf if things get too tough.

However, some of the things that I have seen from the Obama administration makes me think they are not interested in protecting Israel if they were in a bind. What happens if your big brother leaves you among a bunch of mean, older kids? The little brother will have to step up and beat the bigger kids to a pulp or suffer a humiliating defeat. The Obama administration abandoning Israel adds credence to the idea that they will attack Iran soon, because they have no choice.

I would wager that Israel could take this war on their own for a short period of time, but without the help of America they are ultimately doomed. I could imagine the Muslims swallowing Israel whole unless America stepped in to save them. If not, they will ultimately go nuclear and deliver serious damage to their enemies and both sides will fall. Basically a scenario where you defeat your enemy, but he has caused so much damage to you that you will soon collapse yourself.

Even if America did intervene on Israel’s behalf, I am not sure how we could help them. The two wars that we are in and the operating cost of our overseas empire have now crossed the one trillion dollar mark. America is not in any kind of shape to fight another war, let alone a potential world war, which this would escalate into, if it were to happen. Coupled with mass unemployment, debt, the collapsing environment (gulf oil soil?), wide open borders, fall of the dollar, mistrust of political leaders, etc, I do not see any way we could help without faltering ourselves. It is truly sad that countries that look to us for guidance, leadership and protection will soon have to depend on themselves for these things . . .

This reader goes on to suggest the healing power of prayer.

My comment is to say that this is a disturbing yet thoughtful analysis and should be read. I can’t help comparing our present stagnant economic state with the thirty’s experience and the ensuing war which brought about positive economic change – and I lived through both those periods. War doesn’t just happen. It creeps up, arriving in increments, which was true of WWI and WWII, looking for a trigger.  The assassination of Archduke Ferdinand of Austria started the first, the breaking of the Munich Agreement the second . . . Meanwhile, we amuse ourselves with Tea Party posturings and Awards season frantics, while serious business is going on outside and beyond our eye line. Is war in our interest? Not now, not ever, given today’s weapons. I think Obama knows that, and will not lead this nation into an unwinnable war. The clue being that he is set to complete the return of our occupying troops. Will they get jobs back home again?  That’s another story, but for now, for my money, he’s welcome to saber rattle too.  I think he knows what he’s doing, and he has excellent people around him. We don’t need a Churchill or MacArthur. Maybe a Lincoln. Visionary, but firm.

However, that didn’t stop me from encouraging my son Ben to learn to fly it, and later – to keep him out of trouble and stop being a waiter – to consider a career in aviation.  That he did, became an instructor, married one of his students, and now flies international for Delta with four stripes.  We don’t connect any more, but I hope he’s taking care of his crews and minding his Ps and Qs.

Went to the Huntington Library the other day with my first son Jonathan, and noticed the upcoming exhibit featuring the development of  U.S. Aviation, from its beginnings to the present.  What a glorious story that is!

Indeed, I whiled away the last ten dead years doodling for Wikipedia, and researched and wrote the story of the now defunct and forgotten Glendale Airport, which was once the gateway to the West Coast. Frequented by the likes of Howard Hughes, Amelia Earhart, and the black Tuskegee Airmen, it later served as the training ground and repair station for thousands of WWII airmen and their fighting machines. The surviving classically designed control tower, surrounded by humdrum factories and warehouses, was acquired by the Walt Disney company, with headquarters nearby. There many a movie was shot, and its current lack of maintenance and continued state of disrepair is quite shocking.  Shame on you, Walt Disney!  May one wish that the company and Glendale city provide funds and jobs to restore it?

Here, read about the historic Grand Central Airport in Glendale.  It has such stories to tell.

At these times of hardship, us oldsters like to harken back to not so very long ago, to the years when America was industrious in manufacturing, and provided jobs for all.  When we were the New World, a shining light of hope for the less advantaged.

Perhaps our memories will help motivate and energize today’s youngsters to recapture the pride we’ve lost.  Pondering our history, at least they’ll get some perspective.

Moving on, what now?  Check out what happened to Polaroid (Edwin Land, and the blue chip which recently went bankrupt), or Disney when Maria Bartiromo’s father-in-law tried to make a run on the ailing company (Walt Disney, and the company came back with renewed energy) or Kodak (George Eastman, and as we speak, the blue chip company nearing bankruptcy).

Time is near when there will be a sea-change in the technology of how computers will be run and their operating systems changed – using light beams, perhaps, and the next innovator will be on the scene. Then watch what happens to AAPL.  Goodbye.  But as an “investor” friend of mine breathlessly told me, I ain’t gamblin’ and goin’ short…because…because…the pot of gold lies in WHEN!

45 minutes? A concerted effort by market makers (aka “they”) is what this was. A scientific forensic investigation should be mounted to find out how it is that a huge market can act with all participants in concert with each other. Assume you’re a bear, like most hurting knowledgeable people are. Unless one has the money to be a “fundamental short”, it means put options. And how does the market fix it? Well, for one thing try and get a 3-month-out-option, the preferred one in terms of price and the ability to survive one reversal. They are simply not available. You are forced to either buy a 2 month out or a 4 month and longer, which are expensive. Why is this true (except for very active stocks)?

It’s called artificial rigging. Nothing to do with government, or regulators. “They” do it because “they” can, and “they” have insider knowledge, and work like a gang. And “they” are stealing our money, uncaught. Oh to have the privilege of roaming the floor of the stock exchange!

One could laugh it off by saying that Wall Street is wanking (masturbating) in a lengthening and expanding trading range, to a fantasy of future prosperity. The drop (droop?) will come for the mass orgy of the world’s participants.

People have often asked me this question.  They say “Look what the Jews did to you”

Indeed. Judge Arnold Gold put me in jail the day before I had to appear in court to start defending myself in my two cases initiated by Lynn and Nicolette (working together or separately, I never knew). He kicked me out of my house to sell it and pay for the fees of opposing counsel (who filed suit against me in the first place) who were 1. my wife’s killer “divorce designer” attorney Emily Shappell Edelman (Jewish) and 2. Nicolette Hannah’s killer divorce attorney (Jewish), James R. Eliaser, whose evil tactics deprived a small boy of his father, and who, I discovered quite by accident, used to be an employee of the judge’s law firm Pachter & Gold.  These two Jews conspired to conceal the fact that they used to work together, knowing full well that Judge Gold should have automatically recused himself under the rules. When I challenged them in court – wait for it – they both chimed in their answers, that they had quite forgotten about it, and then Judge Gold said that it would hardly make any difference, and I, unbelievably, BELIEVED HIM and didn’t enforce the rule.

So, in its good time, I would find that my opponents would have their wishes granted. Gold evicted me from my home, sold it, gave me just a couple of thousand dollars as my community property share, gave my co-op apartment at The Osborne opposite Carnegie Hall away to my wife, granted full custody of my son to his mother thus causing the loss of his Dad to him, and him to me, and caused the exodus of the entire Clark family, less me, to the East Coast, and the fracture of the Redgrave brand.

And so there I was, from my day one of proper pro se, caught up in a hellish circle of interlinked Jewish characters ritually conspiring in a fore-ordained dance which, in the case of my wife Lynn Redgrave, became a dance of death (which I truly believe.) Listen to the charade, and follow along on the revealed theme.

There was Family Court Supervising Judge Aviva Bobb, who I believe is Jewish, who backed Gold up, kept awarding new fees to Eliaser, and then refused to let me buy my guest house so that I could continue to live in Topanga, keep my dogs, and not store my belongings and not live in a trailer. Here is a reminder of my expectations that celebrity pandering could not happen in Hollywood’s hallowed halls of justice.  We read this

on the wall next to the entrance to the filing office.

An Appeal to the Second Circuit got me a negative review from Justice Miriam Vogel, also Jewish.

Judge Gold, meanwhile, escaped the wrath of his brothers on the Judicial Council by “retiring” right after disposing of me and my case, thus avoiding their oversight and possible disciplinary action. Must have been nervous. For my discovery of the foundation of his  personal character, read about this in the sidebar.

An Appeal to the Supreme Court, after I had written to Chief Justice Ronald George (whose office manager had encouraged me to appeal) who I believe is also Jewish, was turned down.

And the media, which wouldn’t stop, appeared to get more fodder from the site of Hebrew University, where one of their professors made me her target for an absurd made-up story setting out to prove her totally inapposite use of me in a legal paper.  Eliaser advocated for her, her name was Hila Keren, and to this day, I have received no response from her. I hope her students hold her to account.

And then of course, there was Lew Wasserman, the top Jew in Hollywood, from the old House Calls breast feeding case.

Well, my answer to this ALL-IMPORTANT QUESTION is that far from being anti-semitic, I am, perhaps surprisingly, PRO-SEMITIC AND HUGELY ENVIOUS OF THEM. Here’s why:

I have always respected the culture of the Jews, and their education, which certainly exceeds mine. I look up to them, and their low numbers among the world’s population has always astonished me.  Always an outsider, I even believe I have the soul of a Jew. I have made a point of making close friends with Jewish people.  (In fact, more than one of my girlfriends was Jewish.)

I WANT TO BECOME JEWISH, so that I could be completely like them, recognizably the same, but without their religious beliefs, a secular Jew.

I believe that there is the APPEARANCE of networking and mutual backscratching taking place.  Of course, business is all about mutual backscratching, nothing wrong with that, but if I am right, I want to be a part of THAT network.

It is absolutely no coincidence that I believe I could then enter the places where Jewish mingling and socializing take place. Clubs, temples, agents’ offices and so forth, where right now I would be unwelcome and refused entry. Perhaps because I am no longer attached to a celebrity.

It was Adolph Zukor, that originator of things Hollywood, founder of Paramount Pictures, who ages ago gave this deathless advice to newcomers to the Hollywood scene: “Talk British but think Yiddish!” That was right up my tree.

To this end, I have entertained the thought of taking a hint from Careen Johnson, a struggling black bricklayer and funeral parlor assistant who, dying to become successful as an actress, changed her name to Whoopee Goldberg.  She was smart, it got her an Emmy, an Oscar, a Tony and a Grammy. And of course she had the great talent to back it up.

Now me, I could change my name to Clarkstein or Clarkberg, but would it help? Not bloody likely! If I became a Jew aspiring to become successful as an actor or a celebrity, I would surely be advised to change it back to Clark.

Don’t think so?  Look at Emmanuel Goldenberg, Muni Weisenfreund, Julius Garfinkle, David Kaminsky, Bernard Schwartz, Jacob Cohen, Joyce Frankenberg, Aaron Chwatt and Ephraim Goldberg.  They changed their monikers to Edward G. Robinson, Paul Muni, John Garfield, Danny Kaye, Tony Curtis, Rodney Dangerfield, Jane Seymour, Red Buttons and Frank Gehry respectively. And then there was Larry King (interesting choice, but what is wrong with “Larry Zeiger Live”?)

No, I’m afraid that that can only be my fantasy.

But getting back to the law, I did make a point of hiring Jewish lawyers, who always keep their original names perhaps as a badge of office, oh, and a Jewish press agent, thinking that would help.

The first to defend me was Melvin S. Goldsman, and Marci Levine, Esqs. of Freid & Goldsman, their names giving them away.

I fired them when I found that my Mel allowed his Jewish adversary to write a time sensitive stipulation to Nicolette that could have led to the cessation of hostilities, didn’t read it because he was out of the office and there’s no money in ceased hostilities, and told his secretary to tell me to sign it, which I did.  Boy, was I green at the beginning.  Perhaps they were old friends. Perhaps they performed regularly for the Beverly Hills Bar Association.

My next was Steve Mindell, Esq. I fired him because he was about as  aggressive as my little son’s kindergarten teacher.  When I asked him to get Lynn to open a joint bank account with me so that she could pay her share of the upkeep of our joint property during the three years of my lone occupation, he simply told me she wouldn’t agree. When I asked him to get our joint stock portfolo released from the freeze put on it at the height of the dotcom bubble so we could cash out, again, he wouldn’t do it. It would have meant getting a court order, and he wouldn’t go to court for it. Nothing appeared to be happening, other than his endless bills.

So then I hired noted hit man Mike Kelly, Esq., a referral from a Topanga millionaire divorcee lady friend. He’s Irish, (the worst kind, I hear someone shout – but that’s a joke). I disliked him from the start, he was of the “nudge nudge wink wink” variety, veiling the suggestion that he really knew I was trying to get away with something, but he’d-do-his-best-to-save-me. I fired him after stretched out three hundred dollar an hour months when he yelled at me for trying to get Nicolette evicted from her little house by not paying the property taxes, causing it to be sold by the taxing authorities. He hadn’t bothered to read the 1-page notice, which had been sent over to him by Eliaser, whom I’m sure had read it. Of course, it wasn’t for me, it belonged to another John Clark, on a rundown foreclosing property in South Central Los Angeles!

My last lawyer did not appear for me, he was a sort of advisor. His name was Cy Schaffer (also a Jew), to whom I paid $50,000.  In court, Judge Gold said he had made an order that I was not to use funds from a tax refund to pay this lawyer, and he should immediately refund it to me. Schaffer elaborately protested in court. Gold hunted for his order, then said he couldn’t find it, and told him he could keep the money. Of course. Naturally. I never did get a bill, or an account of his hours. I don’t forget that he got me to type up a brief for him, in his apartment. Couldn’t figure out the “Word” software.

So now I was out of lawyers because I got sick of their dishonesty and stopped believing in them.  More importantly, I’d lost six hundred thousand dollars to them, and had no more money. That’s how I came to represent myself in court, and had to learn what it is to be a PRO SE.

Having wised up, my first appearance before Judge Gold was over the unread-by-my-attorney property tax inquiry. There was Eliaser, sputtering to the judge that I was trying to get his client evicted. I showed the court a copy of the receipt to prove I had paid the property taxes, and then the 1-page notice showing it didn’t belong to me. Judge Gold just smiled, and thanked me for being smart enough to catch it. I asked for a money sanction against Eliaser for wasting the court’s time. Not granted. Of course. Naturally.

As for my Jewish press agent, a gentleman named Michael Levine, a self-styled media expert, I hired him to give me advice on handling the media now that I was suing Larry Zeiger -sorry, King. I got no advice at all; he refused to visit me at my house, but I did find that my money, about thirteen thousand dollars, went towards starting his new wannabe Drudge Report, aimed at bringing down the likes of Mel Gibson and Michael Jackson and maybe me and others who APPEAR to be breaking his moral code (chuckle chuckle). Networking again, is my opinion. But unlike Red Buttons, I did get a dinner, several actually. It wasn’t until after I had dropped him that I discovered that he used to be married to King’s current wife by whom he had a child. I think he should have told me about that before I paid him a penny.

So thanks, Arnold Gold, but no thanks. However did you get your robe of office? Must be quite a story, which I tell if you click here, and then scroll down a bit to where it says “Genesis”.

If I ever get as drunk as Mel Gibson, I’m told that I tend to act out my Jewish fantasy while singing the freedom chorus of the Hebrew slaves in their banishment.  My God, the middle one looks like HIM!

But when I sober up, I get to thinking more about what “they” did to me.  Here I am, my possessions lost or stolen, alienated by my kids and my family (I face back East to see them), removed from my house and my wealth by quasi-military enforcers, and exiled from Topanga, my Homeland. Then these words come to me.

As long as deep in the heart,
The soul of a Jew yearns,
. . . . . . . . . .
Our hope is not yet lost.

And Barbra comes to my rescue in song.