I Saw It Coming 1.284 Miles Away

Statement of Purpose Of The Third Word In Every Fourth Sentence
I've always hated the dividing up of people into groups, whether it's the continental drift (in case you don't know, that's what formed the continents, you'll have to find out about this from someone else), or figuring out who knows how to do arithmetic and who doesn't, or Munsters watchers versus Addams Family watchers (you youngsters out there may have missed that particular dividing line between all people).

However, fate has put me in a group by myself (and not just when it comes to the fact that I'm on the far left yet believe our invasion of Iraq was justified in the same way the precaution of mandatory car insurance is justified). And this "group" (me) has come to where it must put others in groups:

1. Cannot begin to believe the stuff I go on about and never will if scrutiny of the evidence involves committing more than five minutes of your time.
2. Are torn down to your very soul regarding the question of whether or not I am secretly remarkably super-important.
3. Don't care, are just amused by the whole thing, perhaps I'm a delusional liar or perhaps I'm crazy or perhaps it's all true, whatever.
4. Total believer, and you've checked my evidence enough to avoid misrepresenting who I am when speaking to others.
5. You dispute my assertions for corrupt reasons, such as because you've been bought off, or see what power is doing and want to be obedient to it, or you can't be bothered with evidence, or you allowed yourself to be indoctrinated against me without making up your own mind, or someone hit you on the head and now you're too stupid to add two plus two but don't mind baselessly disputing things off the beaten track anyway.

The only group I will be addressing today is Group 4 (if you're in Group 2, this will only make you feel more torn over what is or isn't true). I'm almost an old man (at Denny's I even get the senior citizen discount), and don't have the strength to deal with the rest of you. I do not say everyone has to have the time to check the voluminous stuff that supports what say. I would ask that reasonable people might consider that, if my "premise" is correct about my secret super-importance, I am on a certain level going up against enormous powers as an individual, and the tactics employed to protect the reputation of a Hush Puppies Shoes, or any billion-dollar enterprise, cannot be assumed to be ethical or even legal.

Let It Shine
In my Statement of Blog Purpose (found at the beginning of each of my blog articles), I make reference to when I was sort of part of two groups, The Beatles and The Stones (though I believe a certain plane exists where The Beatles and The Stones are part of the same group, and there even exists a plane on which we all can be seen as part of this same group, except the people who wear white socks with dress shoes, I hate those people, and even if you change to brown socks it is too late I will still hate you, I just hate you, we, that is, me and my white-sock-hating group, really hate you. But perhaps I digress).

Leon Russell is going to be appearing on Saturday Night Live in a few days (April 2nd). If you read my second blog ever, August 10, 2008 ("A Few Words About My Statement Of Blog Purpose"), I refer to Leon Russell in relation to something that I believe specially concerns myself and the Stones.

In the spirit of ship christening and recognizing my responsibilities to the world as an important person (though secretly important), even when others ignore my responsibilities and what they should really be doing to assist me in the fulfillment of my responsibilities (by the way, I LOVE Hush Puppies Shoes and always have, they just feel right) instead of sitting with your hands folded while corrupt people march in and take over my situation and persecute me (contrary to the popular post-Nazi era belief that the word "persecution" has been replaced in the dictionary by "persecution complex", as if no one gets persecuted 'cause people don't do stuff like that).... where was I, oh yes, in the spirit of ship christening....

For the first time since this Rolling Stones material-generating incident I was made part of in the '60s, I made a certain inside-reference to it, contained in what I posted Thursday, March 24th. Two days later, a member of the Rolling Stones drives by me and nods when we see each other. Ron Wood. I should mention that a section of my second-to-last blog (3/14/11) was entitled, "A Bleep Is As Good As A Bloip To A Deaf Horse". See, I changed around "A Nod Is As Good As A Wink To A Blind Horse," see, which is the name of an important Faces album, see, which Ron Wood was important on.

So I have to wonder, don't I?

Don't They Warn You
Tim Burton, my fellow CalArts alumni whom I influenced so incredibly much, if that was you I saw standing by the Warner Bros. Studios gates in the downpour as I drove by on Wednesday, sorry if you were expecting a lift. As it is I have my hands full defending to outsiders that it actually does rain out here, and so am loathe to experience anything further that might be met with disbelief when described.