July 17, 2017


‘Game of Thrones’ season 7 premiere: The four biggest shockers
Bedrooms big enough to hold all your dreams
http://www.marketwatch.com/, July 17, 2017, Futures, 7am


He used to call me DN
That stood for deadly nightshade
Cause I was filled with poison
But blessed with beauty and rage
Jim told me that
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
Jim brought me back
Reminded me of when we were kids
With his ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence
He used to call me poison
Like I was poison ivy
I could have died right there
Cause he was right beside me
Jim raised me up
He hurt me but it felt like true love
Jim taught me that
Loving him was never enough
With his ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence
We could go back to New York
Loving you was really hard
We could go back to Woodstock
Where they don’t know who we are
Heaven is on earth
I will do anything for you, babe
Blessed is this, this union
Crying tears of gold, like lemonade
I love you the first time
I love you the last time
Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines
Cause I’m your jazz singer
And you’re my cult leader
I love you forever,
I love you foreverWith his ultraviolence
(lay me down tonight)
(in my linen and curls)
(lay me down tonight)
(Riviera girls)
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence

July 17, 2017, 7am. About Me.  I’m at Starbucks, Atlantic Terminal. I have my sign with me, announcing my website. I’m not announcing my website here in Starbucks.  No, of course not.  I know nobody is interested in seeing a sign announcing my website, or hearing any brief important messages from me announcements, but even so, even  though I am depressed, I must nonetheless go to Times Square anyhow, every day, near the Mormon Church of Satan Marriott Hotel, for at least one hour.  I’m not pleased with the sign that FedEx made for me; I tried to make my own sign, with paper and alphabet letters I purchased from Mormon Church of Satan Michael’s Where Creativity Happens store, but my sign looks worse than the sign FedEx made for me. I am working in an extremely hostile environment. Last night repeatedly I was attacked with easy button laser beam split second narcolepsy, some of the times, easy button laser beam jerking jolting shock in my head. Either last night or the night before, one of the times, a low flying loud engine aircraft flew overhead. Last night while praying to Jehovah God before I went to bed I felt easy button laser beam gurgles in my throat, and I heard A Tale of Two Cities footsteps in the hall. One of the times I woke up last night because of easy button laser beam pressure on my bladder, my left sock was halfway off my foot. (How is it possible that someone enters this room while I am asleep?)  When I woke up this morning I heard in my head, “Those most at risk” (images and sounds can now be transmitted to human brain but only if the human has already been implanted with microchip), and I heard amplified, probably simulated, traffic sounds, and a door latch sound in the hallway.  I will document at another time some of the psychological torture I’ve experienced concerning my food; for example, last night there was a long strand of hair in my bowl of yogurt; someone had entered my room sometime during the middle of the night the previous night or yesterday while I was at Starbucks, and put at least one strand of hair in the quart size container of yogurt.  cc all Mormon barristers!)  The time is now 7:29am.  A few minutes ago a customer (here in Starbucks) flung her backpack around and hit me on my arm with the long strap on her backpack.  I got up from this stool and I followed her to the condiment bar and I explained to her that she hit me on my arm with her strap and that she should be careful with flinging her backpack, and she apologized.  I was really angry, but not really angry at her.  I was, and still am, angry at whomever told her to fling her strap.  (The wrath of Jehovah God is upon you, Mormon Church of Satan.)  cc all Mormon barristershttp://www.azlyrics.com/l/lanadelrey.html


AT NIGHT, WHEN Scott dreams, he dreams of the shark, sleek-muscled and greedy. He wakes thirsty. The hospital is an ecosystem of beeps and hums. Outside, the sun is just coming up. He looks over at the boy, still asleep. The television is on at low volume, white noise haunting their sleep. The screen is split into fifths, a news crawl snaking across the floor. Onscreen, the search for survivors continues. It appears the navy has brought in divers and deep-sea submersibles to try to find the underwater wreckage, to recover the bodies of the dead. Scott watches as men in black wet suits step from the deck of a Coast Guard cutter and vanish into the sea.”They’re calling it an accident,” Bill Cunningham is saying from the screen’s largest box, a tall man with dramatic hair, thumbing his suspenders. “But you and I know—there are no accidents. Planes don’t just fall out the sky, the same way that our president didn’t just forget that Congress was on vacation when he made that hack Rodriquez a judge.”Cunningham is smoky-eyed, his tie askew. He had been on the air for nine hours now delivering a marathon eulogy for his dead leader.”The David Bateman I knew,” he says, “—my boss, my friend—couldn’t be killed by mechanical failure or pilot error. He was an avenging angel. An American hero. And this reporter believes that(Before The Fall, Noah Hawley, page 72, emphasis added)July 17, 2017. About Me, continued. Yesterday I had a brief conversation with Laura Lea, the painter who painted the paintings in the lobby (YWCA Brooklyn, where she and I live). She was painting touch-ups to one of her paintings (her painting of the sun and the horizon and the red blood color river) and affixing some lighting on the painting. She was using a Louisville brand ladder to reach the top of the painting.
Laura Lea’s Revelation painting, Brooklyn YWCA; photo: July 16, 2017July 17, 2017, 7am. About Me.  As I was exiting the building, the other painter, Alleyn whose paintings were in the lobby alcove, was entering the building.  I asked Alleyn if I could take a picture of his t-shirt and he told me yes however I cannot post the picture because the picture did not upload to my Google Photos gallery.  Laura Lea and Alleyn are plaintiffs in a legal case (as are all YWCA residents, administration office, tenants, security officers) against Berkshire Hathaway, Accenture, Bain, Boeing, Citibank, Sprint, JPMorganChase, Goldman Sachs, IBM, Raymond James, Verizon and many other corporations including and most especially the Mormon Church of Satan. Because Alleyn is here lately so often coincidentally aligned with me on Third Avenue, he might be a primary plaintiff.  This is a picture of one of Alleyn’s paintings:
Oscar Peterson by Alleyn 2/14, no longer on display in YWCA Brooklyn lobby alcoveJuly 17, 2017, 7am. About Me.  When a “Please do not disturb me” handwritten hotel sign was on Peggy’s door, during the time an American Express credit card pad and pen were showcased atop the security desk in the lobby, I wrote several times that, YWCA is not the Hotel California, the Bates Hotel, or Shutter Island. I did not know, at the time, about the Bateman Hotel until last night. (I do not read Stephen King books, not even any book reviews; I do not delve into the deep things of Satan. [Revelation 2:24])The time is now 8:39am.  The black female customer wearing a dress half white half tan (like Tao symbol) carrying two leather handbags on her left shoulder, left Starbucks, and the white female standing next to her wearing a blue dress decorated with snowflakes, carrying a dark green leather handbag on her left shoulder and a black burlap bag on her right shoulder, left Starbucks, and came back inside when a black female and her six or seven year old daughter entered Starbucks.  She stood next to them.  Her black burlap tote bag flung over her right shoulder is advertising Sanctuary for Families, an organization that provides housing for victims of domestic violence.  I do  not know if New York City’s former advocate, the Honorable Mayor Warren Wilhelm aka Bill de Blasio, is affiliated with Sanctuary for Families:



The Danites were a fraternal organization founded by Latter Day Saint members in June 1838, in the town of Far West, Caldwell County, Missouri. During their period of organization in Missouri, the Danites operated as a vigilante group and took a central role in the events of the 1838 Mormon War known as the Missouri Mormon War. Whether or not the Danites existed after the 1847 arrival of the LDS Church in Utah is still debated. However, they remained an important part of Mormon and non-Mormon folklore, polemics, and propaganda for the remainder of the 19th century, waning in ideological prominence after Utah gained statehood. Notwithstanding public excommunications of Danite leaders by the Church and both public and private statements from Joseph Smith referring to the band as being both evil in nature and a “secret combination” (a derogatory term used in the Book of Mormon), the nature and scope of the organization and the degree to which it was officially connected to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints are a matter of some dispute among historians. Earlier in the band’s existence, Joseph Smith appeared to endorse the group’s actions, but later turned against them as violence increased and the actions of the Danites inspired a hysteria in Missouri that eventually led to the Extermination Order.


In June 1838, a group of Mormons began meeting together in Far West under the leadership of Sampson Avard, Jared Carter, and George W. Robinson to discuss the problem of Mormon dissenters.[10] The group organized under the name “The Daughters of Zion.” A second group was formed in nearby Adam-ondi-Ahman where stake president and special counselor in the First Presidency John Smith recorded the name Danites in his diary and characterized the meetings as routine events.[11] The name “Danites” probably refers to a Biblical prophecy found in the Book of Daniel (Daniel 7:18). According to Albert P. Rockwood, a loyal Mormon writing in October 1838:

“The Companies are called Danites because the Prophet Daniel has said that the Saints shall take the kingdom and possess it forever.”[12]
Depictions in popular culture

Beginning in the 19th century, a number of authors, including the notable British fiction writers Arthur Conan Doyle and Robert Louis Stevenson, make references to “Danites” as a shadowy, secret group who terrorized the early LDS Church settlements in Utah. These references usually appear in popular fiction or works critical of the LDS Church, and rumors of Danites practicing some form of blood atonement often play a significant role in these accounts.

Washington Bailey, in his memoir, “A Trip To California In 1853”,[79] reported local rumor that Brigham Young’s “Destroying Angels” were conducting raids on wagon trains near Salt Lake City and blaming it on Indians. However he was not an eyewitness to these events.

Lavinia Honeyman Porter, in her memoir “By Ox Team to California: A Narrative of Crossing the Plains in 1860”[80] also reported rumors of raiding Mormons near Salt Lake City, but did not mention the raiding group by name, and herself passed safely through Salt Lake City and conducted trade and social visits with Mormons.

Danites feature prominently in Story of the Destroying Angel by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Stevenson, part of the collection The Dynamiter. Danites are represented as a world-wide secret organization of spies and assassins, dedicated to enforcing the edicts of Brigham Young. They are described as the force that makes Utah a “strong prison […] who can escape the watch of that unsleeping eye of Utah?”[81] They are described as bloodthirsty murderers, planning the “massacre of sixty German immigrants”[81] and with the ability of making dissenters disappear without a trace.

A particularly well-known example is Arthur Conan Doyle‘s fictionalization of the Danites in A Study in Scarlet,[82] the first Sherlock Holmes novel, published in 1887. In the story, the Danites constitute a brutal group of enforcing vigilantes operating under the direction of Brigham Young—and more particularly the fictional Sacred Council of Four, silencing criticism and questioning, and preventing dissenters from leaving the Salt Lake Valley. Doyle’s embellishment of the folklore surrounding the original Missouri band transplanted to a romantic wild west setting, the established criminal notoriety of Rockwell, and rumors of Young’s Avenging Angels made acceptance of the “authoritative” Sherlock story a simple matter for English readers.[citation needed] However, after a visit to Utah in 1923, Doyle is reported to have said “…he had been misled by writings of the time about the church.” In 1991, Doyle’s daughter stated that “Father would be the first to admit that his first Sherlock Holmes novel was full of errors about the Mormons.”[83]

Sally Denton, in her 2003 history of the 1857 Mountain Meadows massacre, American Massacre, claims that the Danites and blood atonement had a prominent role in 19th century Utah society. Denton attributes the creation of the Danites to Joseph Smith as his “secret group of loyalists” and suggests that they became “one of the most legendarily feared bands in frontier America.” According to Denton, this “consecrated, clandestine unit of divinely inspired assassins” introduced “the ritualized form of murder called blood atonement–providing the victim with eternal salvation by slitting his throat.”[84] Denton said that “blood atonement” was one of the doctrines which Mormons held “most sacred” and that “[t]hose who dared to flee Zion were hunted down and killed.”[85] Denton implies that large numbers of such “atonements” occurred during the Mormon reformation of 1856, although “none of the crimes were ever reported in the Deseret News”, and that the “bloody regime…ended with [Jedediah] Grant’s sudden death, on December 1, 1856.”[86]

A major plot sequence of L. E. Modesitt, Jr.‘s 2009 science fiction novel Haze imagines a far future conspiracy of so-called “Danites” in the Utah city of St. George.[87][88]

Thriller writer Steve Berry incorporates Danite and blood atonement lore in a contemporary setting in his 2014 novel The Lincoln Myth.[89]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danite [emphasis added]