Mr. Kevin Reidy (pictured)

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Okay, I'm officially malingering.  I mean, yes.  I know I have to get back to that frickin' American Greetings (formerly a Hallmark Joint) Christmas TV movie spoof.  I know.  GET OFF MY FREAKIN' BACK ABOUT THE EFFIN' CHRISTMAS MOVIE ALREADY!  Or should I say "AlReidy"?  Yes, I want to talk about Reidys some more.  It amazes me, the HUMAN HOTNESS contained in this diaspora (that sounds like a new weight loss drug!).  But this time, in my examination of said Clan, I want to get a little more specific.  A little more focused...
I recently took the name "KEVIN" to task; and many of the people who possess it.  So, I wanted to see if we can look specifically at "Kevin Reidy"s and hopefully, break the "Kurse of Kevin."  Now, does the above Kevin Reidy transcend the, shall we say, prosaic realm of KEVINHOOD?  I say, YES!  I would totally get busy with Mr. Kevin Reidy of Colorado. Not necessarily because I'm an Irish Man-Slut (I'm happily married!); but because he looks like he'd be super fun in the sheets, right?  And he is a redhead...so you know what that means!  Not that, that, matters much to me.  Oh, you don't know what that means?  Well, I'll tell you!
I have/had what some might call a pawhn-shawnt for gingers.  Do you want to hear about this?  Do you need to hear about this?  I don't know.  I guess you can skip ahead.  I'll put up some guardrails:

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So, in my experience a lot of men that I've (ahem) dated that have been redheads, it seemed to me, were possessed of endowments that skewed to the higher ends of the paramaters of the average desk ruler.  That is to say, from one to twelve inches.  Although I am sure there are those who own twelve inch appendages; it is rare.  As it also rare that someone might have a one inch acoutrement.  Most men fall around the, if we're being frank, 5 to 8ish range.  Redheaded men, anecdotally speaking (and I speak only of my own experiences, dotes and aneces) tend to push the envelope past 8 into the 9, 10 and even perhaps the 11 inch range.  In fact, one redhead I dated is/was hands down the most well-endowed gent I ever got busy with.  I would hazard a guess he was in the 11 inch zone.  And as impressive and startling as that was, there wasn't much this fellah (me, that is) could accomplish with it.  There was simply too much to work with.  He was a lovely man and I look back fondly on my interactions with him.  But if we had gone to certain places back then, I probably wouldn't be here now, typing this.
To give you an example, of what I find the Erotic Charge of the Redhead (though many may disagree), I offer you Msr. James Jamesson.  He's an adult film star who is so chameleonic, some have posed the query:

Now, I don't know if he can sing...but he sure has a Little Monster!  He, like Joe Rogan, is self-possessed enough to successfully "service" himself; that is to say, he is certainly representative of the learning curve of the gingers I have known.  In his performances he delivers the goods; but like so many attractive redheads in Real Life, he comes across as something of an enigma.  So reserved, he barely speaks.  But silence can be golden, can it not?  Or carrot red?  Or rich auburn, perhaps.  Mr. Jamesson can radically change his look; as he is natrually hirsute and can experiment with that at will.  And the carpet assuredly matches the drapes!  He rarely smiles; but I did find a couple of shots.  And I can't quite decipher his chest tattoo.  But apparently, something is mine!  And yours!!!

I wish all the best to Mr. Jamesson and continued success in his career.  I have a feeling he can act and I would totally cast him in a movie.  Hollywood still shuns Adult performers who try to do "legit" stuff and I say; Screw That!  All puns intended.  But I digress.  Back to the Reidys!
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Apparently, Colorado is your "go to" state for Kevin Reidys.  Here's a real Silver DILF Kevin Reidy:

Now, should I be assessing these private citizens on their...let's face it...looks; in the context of this Public Blog?  I'm gonna say: Sure.  I mean, is Privacy even really even a thing anymore?  Have you ever looked at PornHub?  90 percent of that joint is just regular old (as in "everyday") people just getting all up in the Public Space and putting it ALL out there.  No pixelation.  No black-bands of yore across the eyes.  I mean, your friends and neighbors are just showing you stuff you probably don't even want to see.  And is not willfully posting anything about yourself on Social Media, which is Public, relinquishing your right to not be randomly singled out and having your HOTNESS assessed?  In any event, our OG/OP Mr. Redhead Reidy of The Mile High State is a "water conservationist."  An unassailable endeavor, I think, any way you cut it.  Unless it involves, like, Chinatown-esque plot-points.  But that's for another blog.
A lot of the more attractive "Kevin Reidy"s I've uncovered are, sadly, no longer with us.  This gorgeous KR, for example:

Here's another Kevin Reidy whose pic caught my eye.  It's really the only one I could find of him, even though he is an actor; and "actors" generally have too many pix to choose from!

Seems like he has a kind of Ray Liotta/Colin Farrell thing happening.  And who doesn't love a dolphin lovin' dude?  He can kiss my bottle nose anytime!
Here's another Kevin Reidy who has departed us:

Lovely smile.
But before someone clangs a bell and accuses me of being "LOOKSIST"; I just want to say, in my defense, that I like all kinds of "looks."  Quite often, someone with "non-traditional" looks possess the very thing that makes them oh, so-very attractive.  In my, albeit, brief research on "KEVIN REIDY"s; It seems that the majority of men with this, name; with this exact spelling seem, to be kind of MIDDLE-AMERICAN-BUSINESSMEN types: solid, perhaps a bit stolid...homegrown, cornfed, salt of the earth types.  For example, this Kevin Reidy, who I think resmembles the actor Mr. Chris Cooper, who I would argue is something of a representative ARCHETYPE of the ABOVE AVERAGE BUT DOWN TO EARTH GO TO ALL AMERICAN ALPHA MALE:

So, I thought in our quest for more traditionally "handsome" Kevin Reidys, we expand the search to include Kevin Reidys with alternative spellings of the surname.  For example, R-I-E-D-Y; which is even arguably more rare then the way I spell it.  Or R-E-E-D-Y.  Or even R-E-A-D-Y, pronounced "Reedy."  Or even "O'Riada" which is the source of all the derivations.  Let's start with the latter, shall we?
So, I couldn't find any Kevin "O'Riada"s.  Just Sean O'Riada, who is the "O'" O.G.  Let's try for a "KEVIN RIEDY":

The above Mr. Riedy looks quite a bit like my own first cousin, Joey.  Here's another Kevin Riedy...I wonder if it's the same guy?

I don't know...could be, right?  If they're both from Michigan, it's probably the same guy.
KEVIN REEDY:

The R-E-E-D-Y Kevins really seem to skew along the same looks; again, that hearty, down to earth thing.
What about Kevins Ready?  Let's check it out!

Okay, I'll admit; with the KEVIN R-E-A-D-Ys, I'm making a leap that their last name is prnounced REE-DEE; but let's say it is, for shits and giggles!  And I think, then, that we should close this out with the following KEVIN READY since he makes such a nice counterpoint to our first Mr. Reidy (Kevin) from Colorado:

Would I be the filling in a Kevin Reidy/Kevin Ready/Redhead Sandwich?
I think you know the answer to that.  So, what's our takeaway about KEVIN REIDYs (all spellings)?  Well, it seems to me if you want to get down to some GOOD OLD FASHIONED SOLID AMERICAN BUSINESS, a KEVIN REIDY is your man!  And I'm thinking after all that MIDDLE AMERICAN BUSINESS, a little pleasure?  A little MONKEY BUSINESS...?  

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CFR / 11/25/25

If you read these blogs, you know for the past month or so I've been getting political.  Well, as political as I'll ever get, I think.  It's not really my "wheelhouse" as they say.  However, media is kinda my "wheelhouse"; so I will continue to take certain Media Outlets and those in their orbits to task, when I feel so inclined.  It's rather like taking aim at ducks in a barrel. or a fox out of water, or turkeys in the henhouse...
So, I want a reset.  A palette cleanse.  I want to get back to being stupid; although I don't know how I could get any stupider than the World actually is, in this day and age.  When in Rome, right?  I'm gonna start with a stupid video, as I have an idea in mind.  And also, on the less serious side; but not all that less serious...I am going to do a soft launch for my new book.  A teaser campaign, if you will.  Can you tease a teaser campaign?  I guess we'll find out.  In any event, if you are so interested; look for the following image, which is the new book's cover.  Hopefully it will be available by Christmas!  It's called 84 on the Floor.  So keep watching these spaces.
Seriously!

An excerpt from 84 on the Floor:
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...This retreat was pretty swank, real estate wise.  The grounds were stunningly beautiful and went on and on as far as money could buy.  And the church had the money.  We were on some prime real estate.  Amazing what you could acquire without having to pay taxes. 
I suppose my mother’s motives were coming from a place of concern; concern for my soul and the salvation of it.  However, she apparently didn’t do enough research.  This boys retreat was not only spiritual, it was physical.   And apparently for hockey players.  I couldn’t skate period.  I did not own ice skates.  And I certainly did not own hockey equipment.  Do you know how humiliating it is to try and play hockey in Earth Shoes?  I do.  Thanks Mom!  


CFR   10/22/25

Now Laura, I'm sure we all want to get back to me being silly.  I know I'm growing tired of attempting to satirize you and save your soul, simultaneously.  I'm sure you're tired of it.  But if someone out there was trying to save your soul, wouldn't you think: "Hey, that's kind of cool.  A total stranger wants to save me from going to H, E, Double-field hockey sticks!"  

Yes, before we get back to more shenanigans about the ins and outs of dildo etiquette and talking elephants and Tina Fey for Kroger's; let's get on with you Laura.  But I still want to keep this fun.  But then again, it may get more serious...we'll go where the wind takes us!

So let's start with Munchkinland, presumably the one from The Wizard of Oz; as you mentioned wanting to meet that burg's Mayor as your life's goal back at ole GHS.  In fact, you referred to Munchkins at least twice.  Why?  It's impossible to glean anything from the context.  But let's look at that film.  Here's the Mayor's big scene:

I find this interesting; this interest in this character.  He's an Authority Figure, yes.  But he's celebrating the death of a tyrannical despot.  And he's gleefully welcoming, with literal open arms, her overthrower.  Is she a HEROINE or is she, as The Wicked Witch of the West might argue: ANTIFASCIST.  I mean, when you watched this movie as a child, Laura; I have to wonder whose side you were on in The Merry Old Land of Oz.  Or, were you attracted to the actor portraying the Mayor of Munchkinland?  He was a Sagittarius.  Did you ever wonder about his life in real life?  Did you ever take the time to look him up, Laura?  Well, I did...so you don't have to!  His name was Charlie Becker.  He was born in Germany on November 24th, 1887.  And here we see him with the first of our synchronicitous moments: a visit from an ELELPHANT.  

You'll be happy to know he was not a Nazi!  As a matter of fact, the Nazis probably would've found some reason to disappear him.  Incidentally, his voice was dubbed by a different actor for the Mayor role, as he had a very thick German accent.
Now Laura, being as you are a super intelligent lady; I'm sure you're familiar with terms like, subtext and metatext and ubertext and coded and so on and so forth.  So, I'm assuming you kow that the film THE WIZARD OF OZ is "coded."  It's CODED for QUEER content.  And by "queer" we mean homosexual, lesbian, bi-sexual, transsexual; in fact, all the sexuals. Including HETEROSEXUAL, since we have Uncle Henry and Auntie Em in the proceedings.  But then again...where are their kids?  Do they have any?  I mean, Dorothy is their niece.  And where are her parents?  The movie never tells us.  We are to assume she's an ORPHAN.  She's by herself, really.  ALONE.  APART. SEPARATE. OTHER.
But it's coded mostly for gays.  Now, was this coding intentional?  Or has it come to be coded retroactively; as it was embraced by queer people probably when it started running on TV every year.  Gays embraced it.  Not just because of Judy Garland, who was a kind of gay patron saint; but because it tells the story of the Queer Journey, I think.  Ya gotta wonder: which came first; the Rainbow Flag or Somewhere Over the Rainbow?  

IMHO, I think the subtextual queer coding happened at the time, by osmosis; and then after the fact through cultural absorption.  I mean, think of just how many queer people needed to come together(!) in order to make this thing.  Let's start with the costumes.  They were by Adrian.  He was gay; married to a lesbian.  Judy Garland was more than likely bisexual, is the current thinking of historians.  Cedric Gibbons, the Art Director; although married three times more than likely knew his way around a man's trousers.

Oh, before we move on, I wanted to mention a couple of things.  Now, I've been working on these blogs that are basically about you for a couple of weeks.  Today is Thursday, October 16th, 2025.  My ears pricked up when I saw something about Karoline Leavitt.  And it struck me as a like....hmmmmmmm...if not a...WTF?  As you know, I went on at some length about your lips, Laura; I don't think we need to rehash that now.  But the Prez said something like: "Karoline (Leavitt) has the lips of a machine gun!"  Don't you think that's like Super-Weird?  Do you think The Donald is actually reading my blogs?  Wouldn't that be a trip!  And then, we were just talking about Nazis and Stephen Miller (not in the same sentence); and then the Prez gives him a shout out during some meeting and implies that Stephen's true intentions can't actually be addressed due to--oh, let's just see the actual quote:

I mean, I think WE ALL KNOW what those truest feelings are, right Laura?  I find the most disturbing part of it the smiles playing at the corners of everyone's lips and the amused chuckles from those present.  Good times!  But this is about you Laura.  And we haven't seen your shining face...I found a screen shot of you in Emerald Green, a shade you don't wear much.  But in honor of The Land of Oz and the Emerald City...here you is!

Back to the movie Oz.  Yes.  A lot of QUEER people were involved in the making of this movie that seems to have spoken to you as a young woman.  The Art Department people, the coreography, the--oh, you get it. 
But it is the message of the film that really connects with queer audiences; or perhaps more it's plot, which is the plot of so many gay lives.  Queer person is born this way into the world.  They find themselves oppressed and stultified because they don't fit in.  They leave the suffocating environment for a place that is more accepting.  Where they can find, ahem, fellow travellers; or likeminded friends and create their own families.  Because their own families didn't work for them (or expelled them).  They, like Dorothy, journey to a great, gleaming City that contains their dreams and perhaps some solutions.  Like you journeyed to Manhattan, where you now sit at a gleaming desk in a shiny tower.  So, THE WIZARD OF OZ is really the story of people who are OTHER.  I'm not even going to get into the psychological levels of the movie.
And speaking of GAY.  You have a gay brother.  Curtis.  This must be him.  He looks like you with shorter hair.

Here he is holding up a sign with the number 65 on it.  The year of my birth.  If you reverse it, 56: the year of his birth.  He's also a SAGITTARIUS, your balancing sign.  Do these things mean anything?  If I like, plugged these numbers into that weird CONSPIRACY THEORY CALCULATOR would it reveal secret truths?  Maybe; but I'm not going to do it.  What's it called?  GARMONBOZIA or something?  But that's neither here nor there.  Your brother Curtis has apparently disowned you, Laura.  Has called you a monster, among other things.  I won't get into it.  But I just gotta ask...what the hell do you have to do to get your older brother call you a monster?
I also just gotta ask this.  I gotta address the elephant in the room...

Laura...are you gay?
Are you a lesbian?  Or bisexual?  Or maybe asexual?  I mean, you've never married and the last time you dated a man was some twenty years ago, from what I've gathered.  And you keep your private life private.  That's usually code for something. I'm not trying to out you.  I have no idea what gets you hot and bothered in the sack. And I only ask; I only care because of your soapbox and the soap you seem to be selling is Ivory (speaking of elephants).  And by that, I mean, you're floating an idea of some 99 and 44/100ths percent idea of American Life as some scrubbed-clean-piece -of-white-and-whitewashed-soap.  But if you are, in reality, a lesbian or bisexual; adopting brown kids and you're putting forth these politics...

...I have a real problem with that.
And wow.  Just WOW.  That first bullet point is a doozie.  You informed those kids parents that their children were gay?  Why?  Why would you do that?  I guess you have no problem with OUTING.  That makes you seem not only cruel, my dear; but EVIL.  No banality about it. I mean, what possible "journalistic justification" can that possibly have had?  This happened in 1984?  Just gonna say...Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

                                                     WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT?

You know, it's funny the things you remember.  I remember that phrase because of my sister, Kate (I only had the one. Sister, that is).  One day she kept saying it, probably when we were in junior high school.  I don't know why she kept saying it.  I asked her why she was saying it.  She explained it, I think; but I think she just liked the drama of it.  She's quite a dramatic girl.  Not like, drama queen; but more actressy.  I encourage her to explore this side of herself; but she says she has too much stage fright.
So what hath God wrought?  Well, with you, he seems to have wrought something that is beyond saving.  By the likes of me anyway.  Perhaps by Him.  You say you pray to HIM.  Or...do you?

That sounds a lot like you had other people praying for you; but did you pray for yourself?  Like, did you get down on your knees in your local church when you found out you had breast cancer?  Here perhaps?

Did you walk down the aisle toward the altar, on your knees; in a position of supplication, arms outspread. Move from one end of the church to the other, as I saw a Mexican man do once when I lived in Los Angeles; and I had stopped into a church when I was having a spiritual crisis and it was just he and I?  Did you do that, perhaps down this nave:

Am I a RACIST Laura?  I mean, I said that man in the church was Mexican.  I mean, I assumed he was Mexican.  I made a judgment, right?  I profiled him.  I made an assumption based on the color of his skin, the color of his hair and the city we were in.  He was definitely Latinx--is that the correct pronoun, Laura?  That was thirty years ago.  Do you think he needed to be worrying about being dragged from that church by masked thugs with guns and no identification and black vans waiting outside?  Do you think he has to worry about it today, if he's still with us?  It's a quiet, peaceful little church in Silver Lake in a very Latinx neighborhood.  Do you think ICE would ever storm a church on a Sunday that they knew was full of brown people?  Do you think they would go that far, Laura...if they could?

That's Saint Francis of Assisi, on Golden Gate Avenue in Los Angeles.  So many references to San Francisco!  And Los Angeles.  Do you get to L.A. much, Laura; or is it a little too...LatinX for you?  A little too brown?  How 'bout San Fran?  No? Too woke?  Yeah, you're right...we wanna stay away from the Rainbow Coalition, even though we enjoyed going somewhere over the rainbow so often when we were in high school, right?  I mean, you put it in the yearbook, I didn't.
You know, when I was writing about your lips, I felt kinda bad.  Attacking someone on their physical features is so base.  It's so small.  Petty.  Too easy.  Puerile. Jejeune. High school shit.  No, make that junior high school shit.  No...make that fifth grade shit.  I weighed the validity of it.  I came to the conclusion that it was only fair.  The endeavour you work for is constantly belittling people based on their looks.  Their physicality.  Just the other night someone was tearing apart Kathy Griffin's looks out of one side of their mouth while saying: "...not to be mean..." out of the other.  I felt it was justified.  
I recently went to visit another church in my hometown of Saugus, Massachusetts.  My siblings and my niece and my husband went to get prayer cards in remembrance of my late brother.  While we were there, we visited the church.  The Blessed Sacrament.

My parents were married in this church in 1962.  My First Communion was in this church.*  And my Confirmation and all my siblings the same.  This church loomed large in my life.  While I was in there, I was scooping up rosary beads and pamphlets and so on and such like, as is my wont.  I picked up this booklet:

In the midst of les declamations des levres, I opened this book and the first thing my eyes fell on was this passage:

Lips.  There it was.  Then I turned it over; and there this was...

Do you see it Laura?  Do you see it?!!?

No, not that Glastonbury has not one but two country clubs...
Cromwell borders your hometown!  Do you read anything into this?  I mean, I could keep going.  Did you know Glastonbury means "monastic enclosure"?  Padre Pio was a monk.  Is a monk. No, wait...was a monk. Don't you find this WONDROUS Laura?!!!?
I know this is getting kinda religiousy but that's kinda the point.  Remember Laura, we're trying to save your soul.  We know it's in there somewhere!  So hold on to your mantilla, because I'm gonna lay some more WONDERMENT on you!
So, I was recently in Richmond, the capital of Good 'Ole Virginny.  You know it well, I'm sure...Virginny, that is; perhaps not so much Richmond, which skews kinda African-American.  And you did go to school in Charlottesville.  And from what I understand you reside in the, what Nancy Grace would call UPSCALE-- neighborhood of McClean, VA.  Is it clean, Laura?  I imagine it is.  It's the only town in Virginny with a Louis Vuitton store; so you know it's faire le menage!  Actually, I just found out it has two LV stores!  C'est incroyable!!!

But we're not here to talk of luxury items; unless, of course, you consider your soul a luxury item.  As I was saying: I was in Richmond, where my GAY, SAME-SEX husband and I went to the Museum of Virginia, which is, as you might expect, a museum dedicated to this very state.  Have you ever been?  It's beautiful.  Wonderfully curated.  Fascinating collection of ephemera.  It may be a bit too WOKE for you though.  You see, it gets into the whole SLAVERY thing.  Virginia was kind of the EPICENTER of this INDUSTRY on this continent.  But, I guess, as "we the people" of the United States are trying to literally WHITEWASH slavery; I suppose it wouldn't hold that much interest for you.  Unless you smoke; 'cuz it gets into the TOBACCO INDUSTRY quite a lot; which I suppose it couldn't not; as good 'ole Tabbacky was more or less neck and neck with the SLAVE thing.
Hey Laura, 'memba this?

How could you not?  It was one of the greatest campaigns in the history of advertising.  Did it speak to you, this theme of FEMALE EMPOWERMENT?  You probably didn't smoke, seeeing as you were the MOST ATHLETIC gal in Glastonbury; but you can't deny the strength of the messaging.  I bet your friend Charlie could deny it.  Or would've denied it.  He'd probably have ripped that cigarette right out of your athletic little fingers if he caught you smokin' in the girls locker room.  And could you tell me Laura, how and/or why I'm supposed to go into mourning over someone I'd never heard of until a recent South Park episode?  Do you think we'll get a National Holiday out of this?  Just looked up his theoshophical leanings.  Went to Notre Dame Prep.  Is that in the Official Preppy Loop?  Catholic, of course.  Good god, what is going on with we Catholics, Laura?  
WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT?
Notre Dame means "our mother," of course.  And that would be The Virgin Mary, of course, to us Catholics, right Laura?  You remember her, right.  Jesus' mom?

You know, Jesus more than likely would not have looked like he does in the above painting.  He would not have had those fine Anglo-Saxon angles to his visage.  In fact, science is pretty sure he would've looked like this:

Or this:

Speaking of Jesus and his mom...
So, I love to visit churches when I'm in any city or town or wherever.  Usually Catholic ones, because that's my comfort zone.  Interestingly, right across the streeet from the Museum of Virginia; literally within a stone's throw, was St. Benedict's Church and School (K-8).  I went into the church.  I was expecting classical Gothic but it was more of a Pseudo-Spanish-Kinda-Cali-Mission-Vibe.  Quite pretty and pleasant.  I was taken aback by the iconography and decoration above the altar.  There was an impressive dome and Jesus was depicted as a painting.  I found this quite unusual and dramatic.  I took pictures!  This one's a bit fuzzy; but you'll get the effect, I think:

The effect, in person, is rather breathtaking.  THE POWER OF ART, right Laura?  So, I was taking pictures of the stained glass windows.  One caught my eye.  It was way up high; but I think I got a nice shot of it:

There are several stories in the Bible about women washing Jesus' feet; in one case, with tears; and then drying them with their hair.  This is often attributed to Mary Magdalene but it wasn't her.  It's a conflation of a couple of similar instances.  I don't know which one this is, in the stained glass.  So, I was thumbing through this prayer book that I picked up at Saint Benedict's: 

I had this thought to find something in there connected to the Number 19.  Remember Laura, our shared birthday number?

So, I'm flipping through and flipping and flipping and then, on page 113 the date FRIDAY - SEPTEMBER 19 caught my eye.  And guess what was there, straddling the pages?  The story of the SINFUL WOMAN and the washing of Jesus' feet:

And I swear to HIM I'm not making this up; the next night on Jeopardy!  there was a photo clue in a category called "BIBLE BITS" or something.  When Ken read the clue, there was no mention of the SINFUL WOMAN; but there she was:

So, what is the UNIVERSE trying to tell us, Laura; by way of the Sinful Woman who is, I might add, usually depicted with blonde hair?  I don't know.  But I must ask...would you wash the feet of a man and then dry them with your hair; the feet of a man who looked like this:

That is, if you believe in the accuracy of ChatGPT...
Oh, and also a LOT of kissing of said feet.  A LOT.  And annointing with aromatic ablutions and essential oils...I hope you're into feet Laura.  I know I wouldn't have a problem with it!
​Here's yet another moment of synchronicity in all of this, Laura--and if you're reading, I promise, we're almost done...
In the Basilica in Washington, D.C. there is also a fantastically rendered image of Jesus above the altar; even more startling then the one at St. Benedict's.  It's called Jesus In Majesty:

You don't often see Jesus depicted in all scarlet robes and yet, here he is. In Our Nation's Capital yet!  And in our Number 19 signature colors of "Bold Red and Gleaming Gold" (or was it radiant gold?) Laura, I think we both need to run out and get a bottle of Chanel No. 19!  It must be our signature fragrance!

I don't know about you Laura, but I think I can handle the "devastatingly feminine" part.  I'm very much in touch with my feminine side...must be the Gemini/Sagg thing, right? Or maybe we shouldn't go with a Chanel product; you know; because of the whole Nazi thing with Coco.  Or is that now a selling point in the U.S. market?
But I digress.  
So, I have these little artbooks I call my FETISH BOOKS.  They contain random and I like to think whimsical images and iconography often along more erotic lines.  I selected a couple of the more tame--ahem--spreads to share with you:

Now these are "works in progress" as they say.  I sit down every now and again and add more visual material until I feel the composition is complete.  But here's where the synchronicity comes in.  The cover of this volume features an image that I had two of.  I think they were on postcards.  I can't remember where they came from.  But they struck me as so...striking...powerful...that I put them on the cover, with a sort of 3-D effect.  Here is the cover:

I did not know where this image came from until I was writing this blog.  You see the connection?  Stuff like this just happens to me nowadays.  I don't question it anymore.  I let it flow over me.  I figure it's supposed to be happening.  It seems to me that I'm being informed that I'm supposed to be doing this.  So that means I'm supposed to be writing to you Laura.  Reaching out to you, as it were.  I also have a Lady Fetish book, which I think you may prefer...because you're a...lady.  So, I hand picked this one from that book, especially for you.  First, the cover:

Just a wee bit more and I promise, it's au revoir; oh, which is when I review your comedy stylings from your tome: Of Thee I Zing!  I didn't know you were into comedy, Laura!  See?  Another thing we can bond over!  I have it on order at the Vinton Library.  They need to get it from another branch.  I can't wait!

Oh, wait..."with Raymond Arroyo"?  Well, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep my sides unsplit and my floor unrolled upon!

​So, here is the, ah, spread I chose for you, Laura, from The Lady Fetish Book:

Now, I would venture a guess that this entry is finished.  For now.  These books also have a kind of Pop-Up book thing happening; although it's more of a Fold-Out thing, really.  And in the case of Miss Johansson, perhaps that should be: Pop-Out?

I think that's a hanging chad on her left thigh.  And when I added that "A" to her sweater only moments ago; I wasn't even thinking of Nathaniel Hawthorne!  The Sinning Woman indeed!  You see Laura...It's All of a Flow...
I guess we're finally wrapping this up.  But a couple of last things.
Remember D.J. Patenaude?  I'm sure you do.  I found his entry  in the Glastonbury H.S. 1981 yearbook in the Pet Peeves section.  If you will recall, that was divided into three columns: LIFE AMBITION / PET PEEVE / LEAVE TO GHS.  Here are young Mr. Patenaude's entries:

It's a little hard to see; but his Pet Peeve is "Being on time."  Which is really cute.  Leave to GHS is "many used pigskins and my sister Dana"  He went on to be the captain of the Georgetown football team, which seems kinda like a big deal.  And he had a little sister; as you were a little sister.  I think this is him on the left...can't make out the writing on the trophy:

But I can make out the writing in the yearbook.  And his entry for LIFE AMBITION, I think, was extremely telling.  "To know myself."  He wrote.  I don't know...I think that's a rather profound thing for a high school jock to put in his yearbook.  In fact, all of his entries were succinct and honest.  Unlike yours, which were, let's face it: snarky and kind of mean.  But you were a teenage girl, so I'll give you a retroactive pass.  But going forward, I fear your passes are limited dear Laura.  And to address that question once again; the one you asked in your own yearbook entry...

                                             ...et quand tu as trouve le visage que tu cherchais, qui as-tu vu?

You may speak now, if you are so inclined.  There is a Comments section. 
Bon soir, mon cher.
Until we meet again.

*(My sister was also married in this church and I was baptized (I think, as the priest who baptized me was later defrocked.  And then murdered in prison.  I'll post a link!). 
​en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Geoghan
CFR   11/21/25

CR
My sister Kate's middle name is Ann.  No "E."  Just another interesting plot-point here, for me; which we are going to get into.  But you don't get to speak.  You need to listen.  The above photo is an official FOX NEWS portrait of you.  Could you look more glowing?  Angelic?  Dare we say...virginal?  You're swathed in the colors of The Virgin Mary.  The mother of Jesus Christ.  The Queen of Heaven in our shared religion.  Your cross...very carefully NOT a crucifix, front and center.  Above your heart...

Does this image mean anything to you?  How does it make you feel?  Does it make you think about what you purport to believe?  Here's that same photo of you, this time used as a piece of official FOX NEWS...oh, let's use the word "publicity," rather than that other, oh so loaded "P" word, shall we?

CR
Clearly from the same photo sesh.  But where has your cross gone?  Did you take it off?  Or was it photoshopped out?
Let's look at your yearbook portrait again, when you were 17...or perhaps 16.  And let's put it between two recent portraits of you, shall we?

LIEsq.
Who do you think you are, to ANALYZE--
CR
I told you: you're here to listen.  You need to check your careerism at the back of the bus right now.  So, I don't know about you; but my CATHOLIC GUILT has kicked in and I feel really bad about making fun of your labial issues.  I don't like to make fun of people.  But the thing is; you're a person who is trying to impose your will and the will of others on everyone else.  Eveyone who disagrees with you.  So you're fair game.  But I like to play fair.  So, to equal the playing field, I will make fun of some of my own physical short comings.  Here's three:  I look like a frog.  I have hairy shoulders. I have a double pee stream due to an overlarge ostium externum urethrae masculinae; and often find myself having to wipe the bathroom floor just in front of and beside the toilet.  But you probably really don't want to hear about that.  
And right now...I'm getting ahead of myself.  I need to go back to a prior blog and deal with someone named: KEVIN.  But fear not...this will continue mon cher!

Last night I had a dream.  It involved secrecy and conspiracy and even cannibalism.  It wasn't overtly violent; but I still woke up feeling sort of violated--mentally and spiritually, I suppose.  It was one of those kinds of dreams that is so disturbing, you keep yourself awake so that you won't slip back into it.  It was one of those dreams that makes you examine your priorities.  Makes you look into the mirror of your soul.  In fact, it made me question things on an existential level...the very worst kind of dream.  Or pehaps the very best.  It made me wonder if perhaps maybe ALL OF THIS is some kind of Matrix like simulation.  Or that time IS on a loop and this has all happened before, many times over.  And if that is the case, then NONE of this really matters.  What I am writing is pointless.  So, I considered not writing it.  But then I thought: Well, if it doesn't matter; then it doesn't matter if I write it or I don't.  Or if I do.  So I decided to continue.  So here we are My Cherie Amour.  Me revoici, cherchant ton visage...

Is this you?

Is this you?

We're pretty sure this is you...

All of this nostalgia by osmosis got me wondering.  Like, the young man with you in the above picture.  We know you're still with us.  Alive and kickin' on good ole Planet Earth.  But I wondered if he was.  That would be young Mr. DJ Patenaude.  So I decided to try and find him.  I think I did...

Now, you, Laura, could probably confirm this.  Generally, someone with a gap that wide between their front teeth would have had it when they were 17 or so.  Maybe it's not him.  But let's dig a little deeper, shall we?

Laura, you were born on June 19th, 1963.  A Gemini.  How about a quick primer on the way of the Gemini from everyone's favorite Astrological crooner, MR. HARVEY SID FISHER!

Here's another interesting plot-point.  My older brother John was born on June 19th, 1963.  Now, what do you make of that?  I make a lot of it.  He passed away this past March; just over a half a year after our mother died.  He died of scrofula in rural Cambodia.  In 2025.  Ponder that for a moment.  I still am.  So of course, he was a Gemini.  So was my mom.  Here they are together:

I am a Sagittarius, born on December 19th, 1965.  I never thought much about that shared 19...but now I have been.  I'm going to get all metaphysical on you Laura, which I'm just sure you'll love; but I suggest you keep reading...if you are in fact, reading.  Sagittarius is the "balancing sign" of Gemini.  I find this super interesting too; as I have a LOT of Geminis in my life (now you too, apparently).  Geminis are the twins.  And as we know, there is a lot of push me, pull you back and forth between twins.  This other picture of John and my mom (her name is Helen), I think really illustrates this push and pull quite succinctly.  And God knows, PUSH and PULL literally sums up their relationship.

There were not a whole lot of loving, sweet and carefree moments like this between them.  In fact, their relationship was more than a little on the tortured side.  But this is a whole other story.  Probably a book.  I guess the takeaway is, that he is now gone. You and he were born ON THE SAME DAY. I think D.J. Patenaude is gone too.  I mean, this must be him, right?
I did a little more research.  The man with the gap in his teeth is the Late Mr. Daniel Patenaude Sr.  Interestingly, he died this past Easter Sunday(!).  I was looking at his face and comparing it to that of the young man in the MOST ATHLETIC picture and it wasn't adding up.  The nose didn't seem long enough.  Then, I found this:

Eureka!  The nose was right.  Interestingly, both men were born in the same year.

So, what's the point of this?  I'm not trying to be morbid.  I'm trying to point up (out) that our time here on Earth is limited.  That young man in the picture that you're playfully(?) swatting your tennis racket at, is gone.  Since 2016.  Do you worry about this?  Or do you, because of your position of power and authority, feel that you are immune?  Dean Patenaude started a food pantry, was involved with a children's hospital; donated some of his organs.  Was he woke?  Was he a "lefty"?  What have we done Laura?  What have you done with your time here?  What have I done?
Laura, you seemed to have developed your loathing for THE LEFT from a very young age.  I think I've deciphered the mysterious last bits of your high school year book code...

Q. Laura, what was your LIFE AMBITION at 17?
A. To Meet the Mayor of Munchkinland.

I think you achieved this goal.  Here is PDJT showing you his office as you WORSHIP GOLD by proxy.  I don't think you took home any Emmy gold for this...exchange.  Sorry, I'm trying to stay nice here.  But come on, even you are having trouble concealing your incredulity.  

​Speaking of gold...do you remember when I suggested a new jewelry statement for you, in lieu of your usual demure Christianationalist one?  This:

My phone is tracking me.  My phone is eavesdropping on me.  My phone is assessing me.  My phone is making assumptions about me.  My phone is spying on me.  MY PHONE IS JUDGING ME!!!
This may sound paranoid but we all know it's true nowadays.  By the way, there are supposedly ways to disable these functions on your tracking device--err--phone; but nowadays people are like: "Hey bug; track for me how to make Belgian waffles!"  Anyways...
After I had suggested the above necklace for you, my phone was showing me "articles" as a phone will.  One of them was something along the lines of: "Your Aura Color Palette Based on Your Numerical Birthdate!"  Being a sucker for such things I took the bait, clicked and scrolled.  So, the colors for someone born on the 19th (of any month) is the following:

So, this not only applies to me, Laura but it also applies to you and my late brother; although I don't recall him in "bold red" very much (although my sister did mention his prison jumpsuit was bright red, I think).  And he did like jewelry, but not gold so much.  Now, I do love a nice bold red garment every now and again; but a little goes a long way.  And I do like gold jewelry; but much prefer silver for day to day use.  You seem to take the cake with this one:

Now this little side-spur brought me to the above and I've now learned you are a long term breast cancer survivor.  So, I guess this answers my question about whether or not you've questioned your mortality.  And I'm very happy for you and proud that you support Wear Red Day.  But that doesn't really get you off the hook for your other behavior.  In fact, it rather puts you on the hook, allegorically speaking.  And even more so that you have three adopted children.  A Guatemalan daughter and two sons from Russia.

I'm really having trouble reconciling this...
How can you work for an entity that condones a police force that would violently drag your daughter off the street and throw her in a van and throw her on a plane and then ship her off to a prison in a South American gulag?  How can you perform a job that supports someone who kow-tows to a despot who is known to kidnap children and force them to be his soldiers?  How can you look at your sons and not think of the life they might've ben leading if they hadn't lucked out and ended up in your care?  How can you sit at your glass desk every night and do this?  Is it because you are a twin?  Is one good and the other not so good?

You know, I was going to split this into maybe another blog or two; but I've changed my mind.  I'm just going to keep going until I'm done.  But I want to keep it light, too.  Here's something else we have in common via our shared date of the 19th.  The color turquoise!  It's in our aura too, baby.  And it's RARE!

Now for me, this is a "gimme."  It's my all time favorite color.  Always has been.  It's also my birthstone...can you say "Double Down"!??!  My brother John, when I think back, was also partial to the shade.  So, coo-coo-coo on this one!
But for now, it's back to the Q & A from the back of your yearbook...

Q. Laura, your Pet Peeve when you were in high school was: (approximation) Ted Hey & Co. Heafty & Lefty leftwing radicals...is this correct?
A. Who knows about the other stuff; but "left wing radicals" is pretty clear and present.
My wonderment is: where, at your tender age, in Connecticut of all places, in the early 80's, would you have ever met left wing radicals to become enpeeved by?  My concern was that you were becoming closed off to other ways of thinking at a gravely young age.  Perhaps you were RADICALIZED to the RIGHT?  Isn't this called REACTIONARY?
I must wonder if this is the case.  Do you consider yourself thus?  How did you become so at so young an age?
And you know, I wouldn't care about this in any other circumstance.  Any other time and/or place...I mean, it's a free country.  Right?  Right?
But you want to impose this viewpoint on everyone else.  That's the problem.  You want to take away the Left's right to be "Leftys."  Right?  This is what is called FASCISM.  And you and the people you support are trying to make the term FASCISM a hate word so that when you are rightly called on your hate, you can say the people calling you on it are the ones who hate.  This is right out of the work of Gerorge Orwell; who our President recently praised at a swanky dinner party in jolly olde England, guv'ner!  Do you think he even knows who Orwell is? And you also don't like being called NAZIs.  And yet our President, who you support, has not denounced the Neo NAZI movement.  In fact, has used them to his advantage.  We all know who and what Nazis are.  I mean, we've all seen Hogan's Heroes!  

I think we all need a little primer on FASCISM right now; because, yes...the word is being bandied about with a concerning amount of frequency; and too, it's antonym: ANTIFA; although I'm not sure that is actually an antonym of it.  But how many of us know the more detailed meanings?  I'll get into this in a minute; but first...it's time for a                                                                                           HEALTH BREAK!
I had a colonoscopy today for a routine screening of my lower bowels!  Boy, did I have a good time EVACUATING them last night!  Have you ever had a colonoscopy Laura?  I imagine you have, what with cancer being a real concern (not that it's not a real concern for everyone...but you know what I mean).  It was my second one.  I had my first around 50 and now my second around 60 (we're only two years apart, so you can relate!).  Now, on my first one, I thought I'd be like awake for it, like in a twilight gassing type sitch, whilst they stuck the camera up my butt, 'cuz that's what I saw on TV.  I mean, were you awake when they stuck the camera up your butt?  Is there footage (Har-Har!)?  But no.  I was administered Propofol (sounds kind of Russian, doesn't it?  (Russian Accents) "General Propofol had an unfortunate accident with a window, he did not see and walked right into it..."  "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that Lieutenant Dimitrovitz.  Was it a sliding glass patio door, like they love so much in Amerika?"  "Yes.  The fifty-third floor patio...that last step is doozie!"
Propofol puts you into a sleep so fast and so black, there's no time to consider what's happening.  And then you're awake again.  Talk about existential!  All this is a rather protacted way to say: MAKE SURE YOU GET A ROUTINE COLON CHECK AT THE RECOMMENDED AGE!  I mean, that is, if you're lucky like Laura and I; and have medical insurance and/or can afford to pay out of pocket and having it done is in no way a financial issue, like for most Americans, right Laura?  Here's some more information:

Now, moving on to FASCISM, Laura...I think this recent event is toe-dully ap-pro-props-a-rama!  Now, my boss doesn't want me talking about Politicos very much (at all)...he says it's "not my brand"); but, since I studied MEDIA and you are a MEDIA PROFESSIONAL; I wanted to get your PROFESSIONAL OPINION on the following.  Let me find a clip...please hold...

Oh did you see this Laura?  Totes hilaire!  Worth the watch, as they say!

Now my first question is this: do you think when Mr. Miller abruptly stopped talking; was it an audio issue?  I mean, he has been on your show a lot.  And I'm sure he's had mic problems or earpiece problems.  Please feel free to leave comments below.

Now, I guess the next, more disturbing question is...why did CNN "adjust" the footage?  And I guess my next question would be: "Do you think the President has "plenary" power?  I'm sure you know what the word means.  You're pretty smart.  Smart enough for me to not go into this next part; but you can always scroll down to the part where I offer you some LIFE COACHING.  Yeah, that's gonna be my new gig.  And you're my FIRST CLIENT...like it or not!
So let's talk about George Orwell and his novel, 1984.  And let's get into the mood with a little SEX CRIME, shall we.  Take it away EURYTHMICS!

Ahhh...Post-Apocalyptic Synth-Pop at it's very finest.  Did you ever rock out to this tune at, oh, maybe The Pickle Barrel in Killington, VT?  Or was Vermont too woke, even in 1984.  Too Lefty?

Laura, here's a question that's apropos-po of nothing...
Do you ever turn away from watching someone eat, like when they're sitting across the table from you when you're out to dinner at say, Rao's in Manhattan (and did you know you can get their sauce at the Kroger's?  At least, I think it's their sauce...it must be; it's like 9 bucks for the medium sized jar!)?  Like, you turn away because you start thinking about the "concept" of eating.  Like, you're putting a lovely piece of food in your mouth and then using your teeth to mash it up and mix it with saliva so that you can swallow it and have it drop down to a bag in your stomach that's full of acid that further disintergrates it so that it can then--well, you get the idea.  Have you ever been out to eat with Stephen Miller?  And watched him put forkfulls of say this...

(You met in LaLaWood for a quick, exclusive nosh) into his mouth and then watched him move his jaw up and down and maybe wipe red sauce off his plate and then the corners of his mouth got stained with the red sauce.  Did you tell him about that?  Is watching Stephen Miller masticate a pleasant experience? Did you imagine the veal coming out the other end?  Did you wonder if he's ever had a colonoscopy?  Did you recommend he get one as he's nearing the age where doctors suggest that you have the procedure done (45 btw--he's 40, but I think they're now saying as young as that...). Did you wonder what kind of toilet paper his wife buys to wipe their asses with because they probably, like every other human have to wipe their asses and that the toilet is perhapsThe Great Equalizer, even if it's gold and on a yacht?  Because you can put on a three thousand dollar suit or a Dior dress and sit up on National TV or in The Fucking White House, the most POWERFUL structure on Earth because you still have to shit and you're still just an amalgamation of water, cells and dyed-blonde hair or no hair at all.  That all this POWER is really only beneficial in the short term.  Do you ever wonder about things like this?  I do.  Maybe I shouldn't.  I guess colonoscopies (colonoscopys?) can get in your head, Laura.
​Moving on (and not necessarily our bowels)...

That was the cover of the copy I had of 1984 when I read it in 1980, when I was in 9th grade.  Did you read it in high school?  You probably did.  When it was assigned, I had a vague idea about what it was about; as it was embedded in modern culture, basically from the day it was published.  I knew it had something to do with the kind of government they had in Russia.  But that was it.  But then I read that first line.  Not a knock you over kind of first line; but it sucked me in immediately.
                                           
                                      It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen

I can't tell you the profound effect this book had on me.  It was perhaps the one book I could point to and say it was "life changing."  It opened my mind and my eyes to things I'd never considered before.  I mean, I was 14...I was more concerned with Clearasil and if wearing boat shoes would get me made fun of (you can relate Laura!).  This book kind of showed me the way of the world.  Or more, the way of the world if things went wrong.  And they seem to be going wrong now.  I'm literally from The Class of 1984, which was then and is still now kind of cool, due to the rad cachet of the term "1984."  It was Punk!

I have never seen this film.  I'm super curious now.  I remember when it came out.  I guess the prospect of being terrorized by Vincent Van Patten was a somewhat dubious proposition, even in 1982. Or was that Timothy Van Patten?  Besides, the novel was terrifying enough.  Setting it in a high school?  Whose idea was that?  Apparently Mark Lester, a filmmaker with a, shall we say, fascinating resume?  But I digress.
Now Laura, you know I'm into synchronicity and/or signs from The Universe.  Or maybe you don't; but I am.  So, when I was in beautiful Maricopa County recently, visiting the in-laws, I found a copy of Orwell's Animal Farm...the one with this cover:

Synchronicity Sidenote:
So, this stuff just happens to me all the time now, which really makes me feel like I'm living in a simulation; or that maybe I have a Cassandra like Shining.  Of course, ole Cassie was doomed that no one would listen to her... 
Mere hours after I posted that cover of 1984, I picked up a recent People Magazine (don't ask) and it flipped open to this page. First thing:

Laura, did you see those Penthouse photos of Ms. Williams?  I mean, how could you not have?  That issue made the rounds!  And that was a bush that once seen could not be forgotten!  All props to Ms. W.  "Twas a Loverly Bush!"  It was a bush to rival Jesse Watters's!  What's your bush sitch?  I'm thinking classic inverted triangle...But enough of this bush talk...
Now, Animal Farm was more overtly an allegory about Communism and/or The Soviet Union.  But I thought some of the notes in the book were trenchant and oh so very au courant:

I'm in the process of reading Animal Farm but it hasn't quite hooked me yet.  In continuing our little FASCISM lesson, I want to mention another SYNCHRONICITY.  I wanted to post something that was a thumbnail, you know; so, as I was surfing, this logo caught my eye:

Looks like something you might see on a sweater at Glastonbury High circa 1984, right?  Also, they happen to be my initials, so of course I noticed them.  This is also happens to be a logo from some period for The Council on Foreign Relations, which supplies us with our thumbnail.  You may think I'm purposely trying to be clever, but I'm not.  This shit just happens to me now.

That's basically really it.  It's that simple.  You can unpack more at the following link:
education.cfr.org/learn/reading/what-fascism

Also, the etymology of the word comes for the Ancient Roman term for a sort of ceremonial device.  Here's HAL's skinny:

Now, as a MEDIA PROFESSIONAL, you know that PROPAGANDA is an important, nay crucial part of any AUTHORITARIAN GOVERNMENT.  Now Laura, I'm not saying that you work for something along the lines of Agitprop or Reichspropagandaleitung or even The Ministry of Truth; no, I'm not "saying" that.  But I'm sure you know that for, say, The Nazi Party, it was so important, the head of the propaganda department was one of the highest ranking officials.  We all know who he was.  But do you know who his wife was?  Or his kids?

That picture is in black and white.  And the clothing really dates it.  It seems from the mists of the past, right.  An amorphous past that happened a million years ago, right Laura?  It has no bearing now.  No meaning.  But it does have an immediacy.  An immediate immediacy, particularly for me: a fact which just dawned on me.  So, before I get into Magda Goebbels story (and it will be a quick reminiscence); I wanted to play a little round of the "6 Degrees of..." game.  I call it the 3 Degrees of Reidyation; and since this involves my sister and a literal degree of three, I will refer to it as such here.  
                       
​                         I AM THREE DEGREES AWAY FROM ADOLPH HITLER AND/OR JOSEPH GOEBBELS

Now, I am not particularly proud of this--not that I would be--but I really just realized it like, twenty minutes ago.  Here's the story.  My lovely sister Kate (Ann), pictured below, sometime in the late 80's or early to mid 90's:

Long story short.  Kate was born in September of 1964 which puts her right between you and I, Laura, on the Grand Scheme of Things Timeline. I think this shot was taken of her when she worked at Saugus Travel.  That job led her to Australia after she had become trained/certified to teach SCUBA diving, which she did on a charter yacht (no gold toilets, as far as I know) as well as galley cook and so on.  She met her husband on one of these boats, as he was the skipper.  They got married, have two kids etc. Anyways...
On one of these excursions; one of the guests on the boat was an older woman named "Leni."  I'm talking like, really older. She was in her early 90's at the time, I believe.  And she was freakin' Scuba diving off the Great Barrier Reef.  One time, when I saw Kate around that time, she asked me: "Have you ever heard of a lady named Leni Riefenstahl?"  I looked at her funny.  I was a bit surprised to hear this name coming from my sister.  "You mean the famous director who made propaganda films for Hitler?"  She nodded.  "Yes.  That's her!  I have her autograph for you!"  She went to her suitcase and retrieved a postcard with a black and white image on it and Riefenstahl's signature.  I still have it somewhere.  I think the image was either an old head shot of Leni or maybe a still from one of her movies: Triumph of the Will, maybe...oh, wait...here it is...it just leapt off the search engine at me:

Kate, knowing my interest in film history, got the autograph, which apparently Leni would freely give, as she had postcards to do just that, at the ready.  So, Kate told me more details.  Apparently Leni had a health scare on the boat; like, maybe got the benz or something?  Or passed out on the deck?  I said to Kate: "You know, she like, cemented the look of the Third Reich, with her propaganda films.  A lot of people wonder why she's still a free person..."  Kate nodded.  "Yeah," she said.  "A lot of people didn't know who she was but word started to get out and then some of the other passengers were upset.  We all just thought she was this nice old lady with a German accent!"
So, I'm never sure how to play this game.  Kate is my sister; so is that zero degrees of connection or one?  If it's zero, then I'm like two degrees away from Hitler and Goebbels.  If it's one, then I'm three degrees away.  That's pretty fucking close, any way you cut it!  I think you can see the point here, Laura.  Hitler and Goebbels were not some nebulous, forgotten CONCEPT that happened a million years ago.  I've got a two degree connection to it.  That's how immediate it is.  That's how, IT CAN HAPPEN HERE, it is.

Now Magda Goebbels story is a sobering one.  A true cautionary tale, if there ever was one.  You see, she murdered not only herself; but all of her children; in Hitler's bunker.  Now your first thought, as mine was, might be: WHAT AN EVIL BITCH.  But it's also very sad, I think too.  Which brings us to the word EVIL, Laura.  Another word that is thrown around so much, it's lost some of it's power.  But how powerful is EVIL?  Some have said, it's so commonplace as to be banal.  Do you think this image is banal?

That's a poster for what was basically Hitler's Girl Scouts.  

Actually, the American poster is way more banal.  I would argue that the German Girl's League looks a lot more fun, wouldn't you?  I mean, I'm sure they had tennis!  Definitely hair braiding!  You didn't have to wear a bustenhalter (umlauts over the "U")!

What's this?  ...basketball?

Ooops...now how did that get in there?

                                                                  THE BANALITY OF EVIL

Now that sounds familiar.  Who said that?
Hannah Arendt.  I don't know a lot about her...let's take a quick peek...

If TWINS are a theme here, then I guess Hannah would be the reversal of say...Leni Riefenstahl, right?  Or should I say left?  Or is she too LEFT, Laura?  Is she too WOKE, what with her taking the time to write a book about the threat of TOTALITARIANISM?  But yes, she did coin that phrase: THE BANALITY OF EVIL.  Meaning, more or less...that you don't have to be some rabid, invective screaming from a balcony potentate to be Evil.  Or to be part of an Evil undertaking or allowing an Evil undertaking to occur by being passive or apathetic or denying it.  Or condoning it; which, I'm sad to say, you and your FOX AND FRIENDS are doing.  You make $15,000,000.00 a year from FOX NEWS.  That's FIFTEEN MILLION DOLLARS A YEAR.  Is that part of why you are doing it?  Or the only reason you are doing it?  
I want to wrap this blog up.  I said I was going to finish what I had to say here, here.  But I've changed my mind.  I have one more blog I want to write to you.  One with some thought and perhaps some prayers...
Remember Magda Goebbels?
Yes, how could you forget her?  She cyanided her six children and then offed herself along with her hubs, who had been more or less the Rupert Murdoch of the 30's Deutsch version of FOX NEWS.

I mean, that could be any Connecticut family, couldn't it?  Or American.  Although no one can really afford that many kids anymore.  But the thing was, this could've been prevented.  I mean, you could say she was trying to protect her children in some misguided way...but she knew that what her husband and the people he worked for were doing was WRONG.  Not just wrong...I believe the word she used was PERVERTED.  So, she knew.  Even still, claimed that what they were doing was right (not left).  Her children, she felt, would be hounded if they survived; for what she and her husband had done...so she took them out.  But don't you think they might've liked a say in it?
Magda seemed like she was maybe a pretty nice person.  Sweet, perhaps?  Kind?  Pleasant?  You can see she clearly loved her children.  You can't fake that.  

But she ended up in a hole in the ground.  A nicely appointed one, I'm sure.  But still a hole.  And does anyone really want to end up in a hole before they have to?  Maybe we need to think about the hole before we end up in it, right Laura?  I mean, what if you end up in a bunker, Laura?  Would you find out what a bunker mentality is?  Would you really want to?
I wouldn't.

Looks kind of Freedom Curtailing, duddinit?  But that gas tank is blue...almost turquoise...remember Laura...that's your Aura.
See, we're poets and we don't even know it's!

For the next blog in this series, please see PART 5:
THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS FOR LAURA INGRAHAM

CFR   11/13/2025

CR
Wow Lady Law, once again you've nailed it!  I don't think anyone on any side of any aisle from Capitol Hill to St. Patrick's Cathedral to  AMC Theaters to K-Mart could disagree with that!!!
LIEsq.
Yes.  That's because the left--INAUDIBLE
CR
Oh, we seem to be having trouble with your mic; but can I just say that I think we can all agree that we can agree to agree on this particular point?
ALL (EXECPT LAURA)  Yes!  You know it!  Hooray!  Fuckin' A!  "Merica Rocks! etc. etc.
NANCY GRACE
I think I've got her audio back up, y'all...
CR
Fantastic!  Now, back to your puss, Laura.  It seems you've never been able to achieve upper and lower lip seal--Oh!  Time for a Go-Go's break!  

CR
And, we're back.  So, I guess your lips aren't sealed Laura.  And they never have been...

CR
I guess you were BORN THIS WAY, Lay-Lay!
JWATTERS
Dude, don't you think you're being a skosh on the harsh-a-reeno side?  
CR
Do you mean I'm being a Petty-Betty, dude-dog?  A Jeannie Meanie?  A Harsha Marsha?  A Pissy Chrissy?
JW
Yeah...that.  I mean, it is her face bro.  She has to live with it, even if there's not enough filler in the world to make her labiola-faciola meet-in-the-middle-roonie-o, bro, bro.
LIEsq.
Thanks for you help bro...
JW
No problemo, Laura-lie!
CR
I'm sorry; but if she's going to sit up on her cat-bird seat and pass judgment on others, including assessments of their looks; then she has everything that's coming to her.  That, and that she's aiding and abetting Powers That Be that would be doing things like building prison camps and recruiting a police force that wears masks, and...shall I go on?
KAR-KAR LEAVE-IT
That is a LIE!!!
CR
Oh, look who's back!  Kar-Kar, I love that outfit.  And that bag is to die for!  Is that Gucci?

RAYMOND
No it's knock-off.  It's labeled "Cucci"! (HISSES like a Persian cat).
KLEAVE-IT
Fuck off bitch.  It's Lily Pulitzer.
CR
Wow.  You queens really go for the jugular when the cameras are off!  Here's some synchronicity.  My husband just literally walked into the room while I was typing this (5:13 pm EST / 9/2/25) and told me that you, Kar-Kar, just told our INFALLIBLE Pope, Leo Ex-Ivy that he is wrong about the inhumanity (inhumane-ity?) of our current immigration and deportation policies.  Karoline!  And you call yourself a good Catholic girl!  
KL
I merely said I disagree with him...
CR
He's fucking INFALLIBLE, honey.  You really need to crack open your--Baltimore Catechism, methinks!

KL
Baltimore is a sanctuary city!
CR
I'm pretty sure your Lord and Savior Jesus Christ wouldn't have a problem with that, toots.  By the way who is your gal-pal?
KL
None of your business!
CR
She puts the HOT in pHOTo-Op!  Or should that be Cool?  You have bullets...
KL
Sexist!  Objectifier!  Chauvinist!
CR
You have spectacular breasts.
KL
(GIGGLES) Thank you--no, wait--SCREW YOU!
CR
Such language!  What is this, a softball dugout?  Anyways, you make a cute couple!
KL
What are you implying?
CR
Hey, if the Doc Martens fit...

KL
Ewwwwww!  I would never wear those DEI things!
CR
What, too femme?

KL
HOW DARE--
MISS GRACE
Cut her mic--

KILL BILLMEADE
Let's talk some more about Laura's mouth!
LI
Thanks, bro.
CR
Yes.  That's next.  But not so much about her Dart-Mouth...I wanna get to the Great Glastonbury Ingrahamaglyphics of 1981.

CR
So Laura, we see you here in high school, intently undertaking some kind of "science" experiment.  I find this ironic, now that you seem to think science, is in essence "science"; based on your ongoing dismissal of Covid-19, even though the President contracted, it twice, I believe.  And your vilification of Dr. Anthony Fauci, M.D.--for reasons I still don't understand...
LI
You don't know that that's me in that picture...
​CR
Who else could it be?  You're in one of your signature L.L.Bean sweaters.  You kind of look like Kimberly Drummond!
LI
Who?
CR
From Diff'rent Strokes?
LI
Oh, we didn't watch that show in Connecticut.
CR
You sure wore sweaters in Connecticut!  Perusing the 1981 Glastonbury High Yearbook, my main takeaway was sweaters.  I mean like, SWEATERS here, SWEATERS there, SWEATERS, SWEATERS EVERYWHERE.  Winter, Fall and Spring. Tennis sweaters.  Wool sweaters.  Shetland sweaters.  I mean, I lived about 120 miles north of you and even I didn't have that many sweaters.  And I LOVE sweaters!  Let's take a look!

LI
It's a Connecticut thing...
CR
I'll say!  Instead of The Constitution State, they should call it The Cable Knit State!  Who's ths guy?

LI
I don't know...I don't remember...
CR
He's like, super cute!  I bet all the girls were trying to get with him!  And a lot of the boys too!  Is this him again, in a sweater?

LI
I don't know...maybe?
CR
Something tells me he was like the most popular boy in school!  Now this fellah is more my type:

CR
Who is he?  What is he up to now?  Do you think he still has all that dreamy hair?
LI
I don't know and I DON'T CARE!
CR
Well, you should.
LI
Okay...I'll bite.  Why?
CR
Because those who forget the past are bound to repeat it.  Although I wouldn't mind repeating him!
LI
You're a weirdo.  So this is what you do?  Go through the old yearbooks of people you don't know and fantasize about their past?
CR
I'm a writer.  It's kind of what we do.  Besides, I do know you.
LI
How?
CR
You come into my living room every night.
LI
You watch Fox News?
CR
Occasionally.  I find it's good to keep an eye on what "the other fellah" is up to.
LI
So how come you haven't come after Hannity?  Why does he get a pass?
CR
I don't know...he seems, at least to be somewhat honest about his ideologies.  He actually left the Catholic church, which says a lot.  I don't know what exactly; but something.  He's also boring.  Jeanine Pirro is a Catholic too.  What's up with all these Catlicks at Fox News?  I think that says something too.  Hannity was interested in being a priest at some point. Now that's super interesting!

LI
How is that interesting?
CR
Most of the boys I ever knew who were interested in being priests were also interested in...other things.  But back to you, Laura.  Let's crack your code!

LI
I don't want to--
CR
Well we are.
LI
Why?!!?
CR
Because I want to find out how you became who you are.  I want to get an insight into that cerebro of yours.  "Cerebro" is Spanish for "brain."
LI
I know.
CR
Oh, that's right.  You studied Spanish.  And Russian.  Now that's super-duper interesting.  But we'll get to those languages later.  Right now, the language we're dealing with is Teen-Age-Connecticut-Preppy-Speak.  Even though you went to a public high school.  So, I've taken the liberty of breaking this down.  It gets a bit confusing with the use of asterisks and ellipses but I think I kind of got it.  Here goes:

1. Bucky
2. B-bee
3. Ingy Chsmbop!*
4. Fhockey
5. CVC CHAMPS '79*
6. EDELWEISS
7. tears
8. 1-0!
9. Co.Capt.
10. ...Drive-in peeps
11. window yells & r-estate w/ PM & LN*
12. W-hill prospect hunting w/PAM...
13. 2yrs. - PWee-Warm Sea Side Fires...
14. CT Cops ARF*
15. C1 ffs*Ociffer*
16. Kangg & Tig
17. Rsian fits*
18. Wee Bste*
19. Munchkin im
20. Usee Guiding -Light?
21. Cycle M-becane!...
22. MLab FPer. W/AF, JR*
23. DMouth Fever*
24. Gay Prez?
25. Me, a Komikazee?
26. Thanx SW-Later!
27. ...Me revoici, cherchant ton visage...

CR
That last one is French.
LI
No, merde!
CR
Why don't you translate it for us?
LI
"Here I am again, looking for your face..."
CR
That's lovely.  So poetic. So French.  Whose face were you looking for?  That boy with the blonde hair?  Did you pine for him from afar?
LI
Actually, I was talking about my own face.
CR
Oh, yes.  I could see that.  You know, at seventeen we're often trying to find out who it is that we are.  Or who it was that we were, n'est ce pas?

CR
Okay, so let's all explore this, one talking point at a time.
LI
No!
CR
Yes!
LI
I told you.  I don't want to.  This is stupid.  I don't even remember what 99 percent of that means!
CR
I don't believe you.  Okay, so: Number 1: "Bucky."  I bet that's that blonde boy you were crushing so hard on!  And please, hold your comments and questions until the end; unless you really feel a need to interrupt.  Number 2: "B-bee." I'm guessing since you were named the Most Athletic girl in the class, you might've handled fire-arms; so, I'm gonna say: Bee-bee gun.  3. Ingy Chismbop.  Wasn't that a weird boardgame from the Netherlands?  Or am I thinking of Husker-Do?

CR
...Number 4: "Fhockey."  Hmmmm.  "Field Hockey" rendered as a dirty word?  I'll just leave that one there.  Number 5: Sports stuff: yawn. Number 6: Edelweiss.  Perhaps you were in the school musical?  An affinity for Austria?  Number 7: "tears."  I think that needs no explanation. Numbers 8 and 9: More boring sports stuff. Okay, now it's getting juicy: Numbers 10 and 11: "Drive in peeps and window yells."  Let me guess, you had to pee at the Drive-In and didn't want to use the ladies room because it was "toe-dully grodie!" so you hiked up your skirt and peed behind the Volvo.  Widow yells were when you and your besties yelled at a prison bus from a car on the Conn. Turnpike and flashed your ta-tas at the fellahs. Number 12: "Prospect hunting with Pam at W-Hill"  You heard this weird rumor that you could tell if a boy liked you by spraying PAM cooking spray on his jockstrap, so you snuck into the boys locker room at West Hills College when you were at a tennis tournament there.  One of the boys slipped on the PAM slick tiles and was in a coma for a month.  You sent roses anonymously.  He was okay.  Was he the face you were looking for? 13. You went for a midnight swim off the CT coast and peed in the water and made it warm.  You blamed LN. 14 and 15: You almost crashed the Volvo after a night of underaged drinking and had to breathe into a breathalyzer, which you referred to as an ARF, or Aerosol Radiative Forcing, which you learned about in chem class.  The "Ociffer" didn't like your entitled and spoiled Preppy Princess act; but this girl named Muffy who you didn't really know but were giving her a ride home flashed her ta-tas at him and he let you off with a warning.

"Muffy" / Artist's Rendering  

CR
...Number 16: Kangg & Tig.  Hmmmm.  Sounds like a forgotten 70's cop show.  Or a Law Firm.  Maybe you interned there one summer?  A friend of Daddy?  Number 17: Rsian fits* Now, I recall America was rather obsessed with Russia in the 80's.  And I've read you studied the language and also adopted a Russian child?  Perhaps "predictive programming"?  We'll get back to this one, I think. 18: Wee Bste*  This is what they called you on the playing fields of Glastonbury High School, yes?  I mean, you were the class of 81's "Most Athletic" female; and I'm assuming that's your sex assigned at birth...

CR
I love your boat shoes!  I'm sure they are Sperry Topsiders.  I was an early advocate of that particular yachting shoe!  Great Minds Think Alike.  Are you about to give Mr. P "Head"?  Tee-hee!
LI
​Gross.  Gross.  So grodie...
CR
Hold that thought about Msr. Patenaude; I want to get back to him. I'm researching this as I go along and the more I uncover, the more interesting it gets.  I'm talking like METAPHYSICALLY; as though I am MEANT to be writing this.  Oh!  Look what I found!

CR
The above illustration is from Lisa Birnbach's The Official Preppy Handbook, which came out in 1980.  Now, in my mind, I thought this book came out in 1984, so I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt regarding your "Preppy Bonafides."  But, no.  It came out the year before these GH annual pictures; or perhaps that year.  It was something of a sensation at the time, because it put into words and pictures a "lifestyle" or "vibe"; taking it from a kind of cultural concept to a concrete manifesto (that word again).  But the thing is: Glastonbury High is a public school.  To "officially" be a "Preppy" you need to have gone to a dedicated Collegiate Prepatory School.  And not only that, they had to be "select." "In the Loop," if you will.  My College Prep school, ST. DOMINIC SAVIO would not have made the cut.  But a lot of us did wear Prep styles.  In fact, a lot of kids used the book as an actual guide and emulated the style; even if they didn't have the Old World or Nouveau Riche "scoots" (Prepspeak for pesos).  That being said...
Connecticut does seem to be the de facto "Official Preppy State."  And if that is the case, then I will concede that your Prep style was organic.  "Legit" if you will; and not "an incredible simulation."

CR
So, I guess this is looping back around to identity.  What about us is real?  What is a uniform?  A mask...?
LI
Spare me your armchair Psych 101.
CR
No.  So let's get back to the business at hand and get crackin' on that code crackin'!  Release THE CRACKIN'!  Now where were we.  Oh yes.  Number 19. Munchkin im.  That was from when you went through that Dunkin' Munchkin phase.  "Im" was for "at midnight." The "i" was a typo.  You would eat a whole box at midnight; but thankfully, due to your high metabolism and athletic ways; you didn't have to gag yourself with a spoon.  Number 20: Usee Guiding LIght? Well, this can only refer to one thing:

CR
Now, I didn't watch this show.  But I heard through the grapevine The B-52's were on it.  I missed it.  It happened in 1982.  You were probably at Dartmouth by then; but maybe you watched.  Let's take a look!

CR
Good times!
LI
I hated that band--
CR
No you didn't.  Number 21: Cycle m-becane!...  I think this was a coded notation of your desire to be a lady motorcyclist.  Or perhaps "becane" is a reference to "caning," which is another form of spanking; ergo: Lady Laura the Victorian Spankstress!  22. MLab FPer. W/AF, JR* now, the "M" probably stands for MATH or MUSIC or perhaps MICROBIOLOGY.  Interesting...the "W" obviously means "with."  AF...hmmmm...is this more predictive programming?  Anthony Fauci, perhaps?  And is the JR for "Junior" as in John F. Kennedy Jr.? Did you have his picture tucked away in your Microbiology text book?  Do you think he's coming back.  Is he the face you were looking for?

LI
Your depravity knows no bounds!
CR
We're almost done.  Only four more.  23. DMouth Fever*  Clearly, this refers to your passion for matriculating at that venerable and sage institution.  Or was it another "dirty code word" for something else beginning with "D"?  Which brings us to Number 24: Gay Prez?  Certainly not a reference to famously HET Ronnie Reagan.  We'll just leave that one in the ether.  25. Me a Komikazee?  I'm guessing another underage drinking reference; perhaps to the Kamikaze "shot."  Or maybe something about Communism?  You did study Russian...Number 26. Thanx SW-Later!  I'm going with Occam's razor here and say that the "SW" is the Volvo station wagon Mummy and Daddy gifted to you so could you drive off to college and the rest of your life.

CR
And of course, we've alread discussed the last one.  You may speak freely now.
LI
You didn't come even remotely close with ANY of those.
CR
Yes I did.
ALL (EXCEPT LAURA)  Yes he did.
JWATTERS
Hey dudes and dudettes; look who's here.  It's Lil' John-John Jr.!  Let's hit the Poolio, foolios and break out the Brony ponies and the Heinies and Lowies!
WE HEAR A LOUD SPLASH AND THE SOUND OF A POOL PARTY IN PROGRESS:

LI
Sorry, Chris dude.  This party is for member's only.
CR
I wouldn't get in that butt-hole soup for a million dollars.  But we're not finished.  I've got some serious things to say to you.
LI
I'm Audi! Buuh-bye L-7!
NANCY GRACE
Do you want me to cut her mic, Mr. Chris?
CR
Thanks Nancy; but no.  I still believe in free speech.
NANCY
Oh, me too honey!  And free-form dance!

CR
Huh...I found her high school pet peeves...I can't make it out...

Can you?
For the next installment...

PLEASE SEE: BRIDGING THE BROWS PART 4: AN EXHORTATION TO CHANGE FOR MS. LAURA ANNE INGRAHAM

CFR   10/05/25