"Your soul contains all that is found in insects, pigs and vermin."

The J-7 mailbag--That's all she/he/it/shim wrote, that stalwart of J-7, old Bobby Crane. You know, Colonel Hogan, that goy who was murdered by John Carpenter (not the director). Most sites get these emails at some point or another, but I acknowledge the intensity of this material on this site. The senders hope to throw the recipient off-base, get them to feel beleaguered, embattled, and depressed. Well, that works if they're a conformist who cares what others think.

Unlike most Americans, I'm not one. So, my reaction is to actually enjoy when someone I dislike gets this angry and writes me something like this. It's my candy, my television. It cures whatever ails me. Bobby came around right before the end of the Palfrey trial. Their sell was interesting, and they weren't alone: I was close to the Palfrey case, and some wanted "access" to the late madam, and myself. Oh yeah, and they were offended by some things I wrote too...

One of them was the ambulance chasing L.A. attorney Sam Deskin (do a word search on this site with his name, enjoy), who had approached Palfrey sometime around January of this year for exclusive access and control of her phone records for deeper research and publication (for money, you got it). Sam once tried to get our sites fused together, and I stupidly agreed to this not knowing who he was or what he was about (money, crass power-grabs). Luckily, the blog software and his own site's were incompatible. Ah yes, there were several others who will remain nameless--but then along came "Bobby" (oooohhhh!).

Bobby wanted me to stop writing comments of praise about Sen. Barack Obama's former preacher, the Rev. Wright. I still agree with the majority of statements made by Wright, who could be described as someone practicing liberation theology. Bobby said I was being offensive..."as shit." Yeah, a real rocket scientist, that. Then, after the rude approach, Bobby plied me with the confidence game, very clever.

This is the gist: "Hey, we can be friends. I have this site you once passed through, and I'm trying to create an alliance of progressive sites that will communicate directly with Democratic national candidates--but you'll have to change your writing." I'm paraphrasing.

Since I was only born the day-before-yesterday, it didn't work. I was wise to the ruse. Do I think it's something scary, some kind of a conspiracy? Of course not, unless you count assholism as a global cabal (hmmmm...). And so, as chronicled in other parts of this blog, I told Bobby to fuck-off and that "I don't care what you think about anything at all." As as a matter of fact, I don't care what the readers of this piece think either.

To make things short, Bobby got more-and-more abusive--I'd already beaten him to it on that count. But Bobby and his ilk never got it and never will: I enjoy the bile, the hate, and the rejection. I like watching scoundrels writhe in agony. It's my badge of honor in what I consider to be a virtually soulless world void of much humanity, a place of idiots and meat puppets. I see conformists who wish to be liked by everyone as very pathetic creatures indeed. Do I believe I'm right about everything on this blog? Of course not, I'm human, but it's my right to express myself. But let's get to the crux, the original message that comprises the title of this piece, because it's all she wrote.

"Your soul contains all that is found in insects, pigs and vermin." I'm unsure why anybody would think this would offend me, especially someone who has no problem using a panoply of expletives (especially "fuck," popular favorite). But let's get a little quasi-scientific here: what's found in "insects, pigs and vermin"? The same elements that make up all life on earth, meaning hydrogen, oxygen, and of course, carbon. Yes, Bobby is a dumb-ass, and I'm being irritating. What's a soul made of? This is where the pixie-dust factor comes-into-play. Who fucking knows? Who cares? Exactly. I sure don't.

Bobby and his ilk are my entertainment, my video game. I love Bobby. Bobby makes me laugh at how impotent and ineffectual most of us are, myself included. But he also makes me feel a lot smarter, and that's always good for the ego, let's be honest. He's the proverbial duck in the barrel that I can shoot at. Any other takers? Snips, snails, and puppy dog tails--that's what your momma eats for brefist.' Thanks Bobby. Thanks for being ewe.

Postscript, 07.03.2008: I'm leaning towards it being Rob Cappriccioso of Bighead DC, he's probably still smarting from that whole Sam Donaldson flap.

Well duh II: What Happened Between Bigheaddc and Radar?

The worthless mainstream media/Washington D.C.--Right, Sam Donaldson IS in the phone records of Deborah Jeane Palfrey's defunct Pamela Martin & Associates, but it isn't significant. Have you ever dialed the wrong-number before? Sam's relatives did, since one of Palfrey's numbers was one-digit off from Donaldson's, so she kept getting calls from them, and over-and-over again.

Cue Radar magazine's site editor John Cook and an overzealous Rob Capriccioso of Bigheaddc.com who thought they had a major scoop that required virtually no investment and could bring in those advertising dollars.

A source close to the story has confirmed that there was no story to begin with. But they went and ran it anyway, and have now turned on each other claiming different stories. Readers should note that they both appear to be contending that Palfrey is lying, which is pretty low of them considering she's a defendant. That's how it goes in this story--guilty until proven innocent, a curiously un-American contention that runs-through the affair labeled "Hookergate" by the mainstream press. This comment was posted by this writer at Radaronline.com's page for the article "Donaldson's Digits: Wrong Number" at 1:50PM today, though I doubt it's getting put up, it is unedited:

Right, pretty vague information in those missives posted by Mr. Cook and Capriccioso. Here's what I have good reason to believe transpired, and from a source directly involved in the whole mess:Because of the salacious side of Ms. Palfrey's legal predicament, there is a class of journalists and bloggers who tend to fixate on the "prostitution" aspects, rather than the real story--the political side.

But no, instead we have the usual laziness of trying to find the "big names," when that's not the real story at all. What's the real story? We don't know all of it yet, but outlines are beginning to appear. But that means work, real investigative work, not an easy fix like a Sam Donaldson. What of the others in the records of Ms. Palfrey's former escort service?

The best example is one I and an anonymous commenter (I believe at Firedoglake) discovered in the phone records of Pamela Martin & Associates back in July (yes, July!): one Ronald Roughead (703-836-0522, Cingular 2005) who is probably still employed by SAIC, one of the most successful contractors to the defense and intelligence communities, and who even have some tangential connections to the Randy 'Duke' Cunningham scandal. This connection come from associates of Cunningham's co-conspirator, Brent Wilkes.

It should be noted here that former House Speaker Dennis Hastert was mentioned in the trial of Wilkes in recent weeks by Wilkes' nephew. Also, it should be noted that Mr. Roughead is brother to Rear Admiral Gary Roughead, current Bush appointed CNO of the entire Naval Fleets of the US! But, according to the LA Times, Gannett, USA Today, and sundry other outlets, this isn't newsworthy. Ask yourselves why Ronald Roughead is in the records.

I have posted information about Mr., Roughead on Bigheaddc's comments section (of which I am now unable to access), and there has been no follow-up on it as far as I can tell. No, instead, we get Sam Donaldson and other such items of gossip--presumably to elicit more hits and more advertising dollars to Radar and Bigheaddc, the whole point of the rush to run the Donaldson pseudo-story.

Again, what happened between Radar and Bighead? They wanted the SMUT, but Ms. Palfrey wasn't going to confirm it to Mr. Capriccioso, so he went and submitted the story anyway. But there was a problem of confirmation: Deborah Jeane Palfrey. She's not going to confirm it because there was never a story to begin with. Her assertions are true, while those of Radar and Bighead are not. They wanted a story that was an easy fix, didn't get it, and went and ran it anyway. Now they have to do the clean-up.

The real job is find those culprits like Ret. Colonel Ronald Roughead (the people who expedite the atrocities of our day in the safety of the shadows), the real players with the security clearances who have called Ms. Palfrey's service (or vice versa).

A great face-saving gesture on-the-part of Mr. Cook and Mr. Capriccioso would be to get-up and drive to 1200 First Street, Alexandria, Virginia where Mr. Roughead lives and confront him. You might want to break the news to his wife, however. Did he phone escort services in Iraq when he ran the IMN (Iraq Media Network)? Roughead is likely a propaganda chief, so maybe that explains some of the bumbling on the internet...