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Apple Talk / On Who I Am & What The Hell I'm Doing On Your Lawn!
« on: October 04, 2014, 08:35:27 pm »
When I first showed up here at PD I had basically just decided to dive in and see what would come of it. I had a head full of preconceived ideas about Discordianism, that mainly proved WRONG, and a heart full of agendas that have since proven unworkable or that I need much greater maturity to enact. And some few that I realized were BAD IDEAS, thanks to this place and it's denizens, even if I could get them off the ground. 

Moreover I was in the throes. The Goddess Eris had really worked me over good. My head was quite firmly wedged twixt my butt cheeks but not totally up my ass. She's such a peach. These days I feel I've extricated myself, but still stand as a bit of a shithead.

I portrayed myself as what I imagined myself or hoped to be, not what I am. I won't call this a mistake anymore than I would call puking at a wild party a mistake.  I had the poison in me, did it to myself.  Had I missed the metaphorical bucket THAT could have been tragic. For me. Just another day at the bus stop for the regulars here.

There's a lot that I've learned about the folks here just by reading what's been shared. I have not truly reciprocated much to date and have no wish to just be some creeper that pops in and out.
So here's who I am.
I'm a dude from Wisconsin. I'm the product of multiple improbable circumstances wrapped up in a plain paper bag.

My mom descended from a long line of  mostly Irish trash and suffered a shattered home, several tragic deaths, and much abuse before being taken in by very loving, if somewhat ignorant, Iowa Baptist foster parents. I have many scattered cousins and half or full aunts and uncles all over the country on her side. I'm not very close with most.

My dad was born to a Roman Protestant Mason father (figure THAT one out)  and a nondenominational Sicilian mother(a match ONLY in America) that had been excommunicated from the Catholic Church for marrying a sonofabitch and shortly after deciding to divorce him to save herself. She moved from Jersey to Wisconsin where they met. My dad's parents stayed together until Death kept his appointments. It was not peaceful or easy, but it was familia. A big one, boomer generation style.

My folks raised me and my 2 younger brothers, 18 months and 3.5 years younger, as well as they could. It is said that parenting is the last great profession left exclusively to amateurs. They did their best to keep up with the Joneses in boomer fashion and raise nice little super babies. It didn't last long, but in our early years my brothers and I got better education than most by far.

 I was weaned on classical music, baby books on anatomy and science, the B.I.B.L.E. and also folklore from around the world read to me as a child by my dad. My folks had purchased a huge encyclopedic set for the purpose long since lost. I got as much Childe Roland, Jack the Giant Killer, and Japanese or African fables as I did David and Goliath etc.

I could identify what season from Vivaldi's Four Seasons was playing in kindergarten. I knew my larynx from my esophagus, and that skin was called a dermis. I knew not to run widdershins around a church three times unless you really meant it. I knew God loved me and everyone and that He was down for some serious giant slaying.
My parents had lovingly built a freak and I had trouble as soon as I had to mix with the genpop in public school.

More later... as I can.

Techmology and Scientism / The new wave of Art, Information, and Technology
« on: September 20, 2012, 03:51:45 pm »
I'd like to open up a thread on the greatly expanded powers of expression that this new interface format we all use here can make possible. The thread is inspired by the Ted Talk given by a fellow named Aaron Koblin.
Here's the Ted Talk.

This was brought to my attention from a wise old acquaintance of mine and friend of my mother. It is still so wondrous and strange to me to be living in times that allow for such swift and free exchange of ideas!

I want to encourage ranting and emphasize artistic depictions made possible or greatly enhanced by information and other technological advances.

In the TT Mr. Koblin showcases several projects, but one of them took my breath away and gave me a solid bone chill.

Here's a link to the most direct result of the project.

It's a video with many many frames submitted by the "masses." We need to abolish that fool-ass moniker.
It's thousands of thousands of thousands of souls all full of image and wonderment. Nothing less, swallow your jadedness and coffee and deal with it!

If we can find means to encourage creativity and growth, if we can find means to truly interconnect and collaborate without referencing the malware softwired in our heads, then we will see an explosion of creative art and will that will make the current era of the internet and it's achievements seem like the warm-up of the grandest symphony ever heard by man.

If we fail to enthrall and enlighten the jerks sitting in the back with gasoline and matches, however, it's going to be fire in the theatre. I suspect even that can be contained, and the show will still go on.

Apple Talk / Yankovich's got a grip on first world problems!
« on: September 18, 2012, 12:15:35 am »
This is some funny shit.  Real long song called "Trapped In The Drive-Thru" I been sick all day and it just perked my day right up.

Apple Talk / Touched By A Goddess
« on: September 10, 2012, 02:52:28 am »
The following is s short story from the material that I plan to use for business purposes. It's a rough draft and I hope to eventually make it into a short still-motion video. A format I call Stillies.TM no really TM If you happen to like it enough to share I'm OK with that as long as it's credited to The Wizard Joseph and a link is provided to If you don't like it I'm sorry, but it's the best I and my muse can manage right now.  It has been heavily influenced by some of the information I've come across here and everyone here has my deepest thanks for their influence.

Touched By A Goddess

Things can get pretty lonely here in Root City.  Every day slips into the next and the next differentiated only by the number
of gunshots I think I hear each night and their proximity. The people have no time for a common single white male of
unexceptional looks and meager pocket book.  I decided to take out an ad on to see if I could meet someone,
anyone, that would respond well to a little teasing.

The add ran thusly:

To trade: One coffee table in exchange for conversation and possible hand-job.
No picture necessary, come as you are no matter what you look like.
Prefer a tall, leggy conversation partner.
Not really "in to", but curious about bondage.
Please contact Melvin Melville PH#: (%%%) %%%-%%%% 1123 Cross Rd. Root City, WI #8
SERIOUS responses only please.

I submitted the ad at about 5 O'clock on a drizzly Friday afternoon. After it failed to generate any immediate response I
stopped refreshing the screen around 3 a.m. and went to bed. My last thoughts before drifting off into a dreamless sleep were
along the lines of "Fucking bitches, guess none of them can take a joke."


I woke with a jolt in my nerves and a foul sweat soaking the sheets of my bed. I grunted incoherently as I looked with
sandpapery eyes over at the clock next to my bed on the coffee table.  It was jammed in with the rest of my possessions and
the piles of garbage in my dingy and unkempt efficiency apartment. It's cheery red face read 4:00. Judging by the sunlight
lancing it's way into my optic nerves this meant 4 p.m.


With limbs heavy and mouth tasting nasty from over sleep I hauled myself up and put on some shorts as quickly as I could. The
pounding continued as I tried to shout with thick vocal cords, "Hold your horses Goddamnit! I payed the rent on time last
week! Are you a cop?"
The result was more of a croaking sound.

I hobbled through the living room, kitchenette combo area, past the bathroom that had no door and was in a shameful state. I
had just enough time and presence of mind to notice the fresh, deep cracks across the middle of the door before I had it
open. What I saw took my breath away.

She was incredible! Her hair was jet black and loosely held behind her head. She was at least two inches taller than me and
dressed in a long, dark purple jacket, a matching tight, flesh form leather corset with gilded fittings, a short, dark red
vinyl skirt, various dazzling jewelery, and wore knee high black boots over perfectly smooth legs the color of a sandy beach.
Most striking was the deep purple and gold leather mask that covered the upper part of her face and framed violet and green
eyes so vivid and intricate that they just HAD to be contact lenses. She seemed to be in her late thirties or maybe an
incredibly well preserved fourtysomething.

There was a nonchalant smile on her scarlet lips as she leaned slightly against the right side of the door frame. From her
left hand a short cat of nine tails style whip with a long haft and Y shaped brass pommel dangled off of a loop attached to
her wrist. I could not help but notice the life-like dagger tattoo gracefully drawn between her smallish and alluring breasts.
It disappeared tantalizingly into the top of the corset and I could just see it's path down her abdomen through the front

I placed my forearm up against the door frame and leaned on it, mirroring her angle. I smiled without showing my grimy teeth
and said, "Well, hey there beautiful! What's your na.."

I never saw her move. A horrible blossom of pain opened up in my solar plexus and lungs. I doubled over. I couldn't gasp much
less breathe. I would have hit the ground then and there, but an impossibly strong grip on my forearm, the one I had leaned
on, prevented me from pitching forward. Instead I found myself abstractly noting the cool smooth feel of that whip's pommel
on my clavicle as she thrust me back into the room. The grip on my wrist released just as my balance pitched all the way back
and I sprawled out onto the floor of the kitchenette. I nearly puked, both from the pain and the fact that my head was now
resting in old pasta sauce I should have cleaned off of the floor a week ago.

I heard her soft, even footsteps walk into my room. I heard my own groans. I heard the door close gently and felt the rush of
air as it did so.
I heard her Voice. An impossible thing of multiple voices some quietly laughing and jeering while others were nearly sobbing.

Over all of them there was a velvety, almost sympathetic and almost mocking voice. It said to me, "You must be Melvin. Melvin
Melville? (get up you weak little shitstain!) (awww, he's just so  damn cute like that) I'm here about your ad and the table.
Am I bothering you? Is this a good time? I'm on a pretty tight schedule myself. (so don't waste my time you wretch) I'll just
get straight to the point. (hehehe)"

She brought her leg back and soccer kicked me in the side of my leg as I lay there trying desperately to re-orient myself.
The blow landed squarely in the middle my femur and I felt hot painsations. It was exactly like how I've imagined being shot
must feel. As she smoothly withdrew her boot I noticed that the tip was a black and glossy metal.
She stood there in my kitchenette for moments that seemed to be ages taking in the sights and smells of my room. She was
literally sniffing in short deep bursts like an animal. I vainly tried to climb the cabinets and counter top that divided the
kitchenette from the living room I slept in and get some footing.

"STAY DOWN UNTIL I'M FINISHED ASSWIPE!!" The voice sounded like a freight train crashing into my ear. I expected the place to
shake and some helpful neighbor to start banging on their wall and call the cops. Neither happened. I felt my resolve give
way as it dawned on me that the shout had been IN MY HEAD! I tried to scream. I managed to gurgle and slump.

The woman brought in one last, long, deep breath and sighed. She tisked a few times and seemed to be making a decision. I
thought it best to simply lay there on the floor in agony and paralytic terror. I hadn't even had my coffee yet.

She continued to look around as she bemusedly said, "Here I thought you were going to be a big fat shit ready for flushing.
(you lucky little punk) But you are in fact just a useless little fuck. (does it hurt baby, huh?) Look at this place!  You
have every advantage in this hogwash patriarchal society (Louie's such a clusterfuck), and you CAN'T SEEM TO DO A THING WITH
IT!!" Again I felt the thunder in my head. I still couldn't brace for it.

"Let me show you around this little life of yours." She fluidly bent over and grabbed me firmly by the arm and the waist of
my shorts and lifted me onto my feet. I was eye to eye with her for a few moments as the shorts firmly wedged into my
asscrack.  I'll never forget them. Ever. And her eyes seemed so kind and sad, and mad. As soon as my feet cleared the floor I
was moving away from them. I crashed through the door-less portal and onto the bathroom sink. The cheap porcelain cracked and
the even cheaper plumber's tape my scumbag landlord had used to fix a persistent leak gave way. I knew this because the cold
water began to spray out in a high pressure stream. I was beyond pain at this point, but noted a few dull spots in my back
that would doubtless make their voices heard later.  She walked casually toward me from the Kitchenette.

"It's a good thing I got to you first little boy. Why, if you had actually managed to find some poor girl desperate enough to
take you up on that bullshit ad you placed you might never have grown up at all! (maybe you just needed a maid, jerk) Look at
all this mess. REALLY LOOK!(have a taste too asshole)"

She grabbed me by the shaggy hair on the back of my neck and dragged me effortlessly, head first, to the toilet.  Naturally
the seat was up. Naturally I had not flushed the fucker.  She held me there, my nose millimeters from the amber water and the
seaweed brown streaks on the side of the bowl.  It so happened that this position put my forehead in the path of the icy
water streaming out of my sink. For a terrible moment she said nothing as I watched the water stream off of my nose and into
the bowl. I had no fight left in me. She was just too strong.

"You see? And then when you're done you do this," She flushed the toilet and the musky, salty brine became a flavor in my
nose and mouth. "And This!" She slammed the seat down on the back of my neck. "AND THIS!!" She did that screaming thing
again, brought down the lid onto the crown of my head, and threw me back out through the doorway. The toilet seat broke free
and came with me, wrapped around my neck.

I never knew what it was like to fly across a room before. It's not as fun as you'd think. My refrigerator had been doing
nothing this entire time but humming contentedly until I crashed into it sideways. I think this is when my nose broke, but
I'm not sure. Laying there in the angle between the fridge and it's now open door is definitely when I noticed the blood. At
first I thought it might be ketchup, but I had no ketchup in the door. I was real sure of at least that one fact when I
realized that she had come to stand behind me. I hadn't heard her walk up somehow.

She got down on one knee and sort of cradled me and the toilet seat. Her hands were so warm. "Oh you poor thing.. (not that
poor, douchebag) It looks like you have just nothing to eat. Maybe THAT'S why you're such a pathetic fuck. Let's see, what's
this here in the back?"

She reached across me deep into the fridge, and her breasts, just ever so lightly, touched my nose. It's how I discovered it
was broken. Her body slid back over me and she withdrew what my gamer circle and I refer to as "The Horror." It was a plastic
container that at one point had held Grandma's casserole, months ago. It was now an ecosystem. One I had never had the guts
to check on and throw out.

Her sharp nose wrinkled as she opened it. She seemed to contemplate for a moment. She put it back on the edge of the shelf and
threw the lid away. "You haven't been THAT naughty. Maybe you do need a woman to take care of you. (after you grow up
shitbird) You look so damn tired. I keep forgetting how you mortals can be so flimsy. (and no useful stamina either!) Let's
just put you to bed, M'kay? Would you like to just get some rest?"

I wanted to tell her to just get the hell out. I wanted to tell the crazy bitch to fuck off and die! All I could manage was a
look of resignation and an attempt to nod. She was already nodding vigorously and smiling with a sick and fanatic enthusiasm.
I could hear the soft tinkling sound her earrings made as she did it.

I was dragged by my arm across the kitchen and through the little gap between the counter top and the wall that served to
almost bisect the shoebox I was living in. The carpet in the living room burned my back and nearly took my wedged shorts off
of me. I was already clenching out of sheer survival reflex. I was dumped bodily onto the mattress and box spring on the floor
that served as my bed. The psycho knelt down next to me.

"Here let me just tuck you in and..." She paused and looked down to where my thin and dirty blanket had drawn back as she
placed it neatly over me. Her eyes had fixed on the videos and magazine laying there. My porn collection. All I could think
was, "NO! nononono..." as my body went cold everywhere except my groin. That was all too warm and the sensation was

"What the fuck is this? "Dirty, Dirty Slut Butt?" "Ho Or Dare: College Edition #23!?" "Bang That Hole Till It Squirts!?!?"

As she got more and more worked up she began to tear out pages of the magazine and rub them in my face. I barely noticed
this. The piercing shriek in my head had become a living and furious thing trying to fuck it's way out of my head through my
sinuses and ear drums. I seriously thought I was going to die!


I just barely heard the horn of a car blaring out in the street. The woman stopped immediately and looked out. Her face
swiftly went into a moment of mild shock followed by a serene and playful happiness. For a moment all I could think was that
she looked so radiant in the light from the window. I was so sorry. It was so obviously my fault that things had turned out
this way. So beautiful...

"M'Kay, so I really do have to get going, hope you enjoyed the convo!(gonna go see a better man than you)" She looked around
the room and spotted the only table I had. "This must be the table! So, awesome then huh? Here.. uhm..just get yourself
cleaned up, you little idiot. Thanks for the table! I really do need it for another project." She tossed me a slightly clean
Root City Cogs jersey of mine from on top of the table.


"Aw, he's always in such a hurry. Bye now! It was just great getting to know you Melvin Melville. You never know, we may just
see each other again some day.(You better have your shit together you twerp)"

With that she one handed the table and walked away toward the door dumping all of my stuff off of it. I barely noticed that
the clock read 4:07 before it's cord got pulled from the wall as it crashed into the floor along with all of my game books. I
noticed that her boots had five inch heels. She had just a perfect apple shaped ass. She left the way she had come in. She
just gently opened the door and closed it behind her carrying her table and dragging her whip loosely against the ground. I
could hear the table bump and scrape against the wall as she headed down the hallway. I heard a plop that could only have been "The Horror" falling off the shelf and hitting the floor.

I was going to be damned if I didn't at least watch her go.

I managed through unaccountable will to drag myself to the window I had heard the honking coming from. There I saw a beaten
out old, grey Volvus parked crookedly on the far side of the street. The door on the driver's side was open and a huge man in
shabby hand-me-down business clothes was standing there smoking a black cigarette. He expression was a bit worried and he was looking at my building.

He looked like he was about to start honking again when I heard the building door open and the sound of metal heels on
concrete. The big guy's face lit up in the purest happiness I'd ever seen, even on a child. He met her half way across the
road and planted a lingering kiss on that radiant monster's lips. He took the table from her and opened the back door to put
it in the Volvus while she scrambled on hands and knees through the drivers side door and sat down in the passenger seat. The
dude had to jiggle it a little but managed to make the table fit.

Their voices carried to me on the air. "Ah, Pretty One. I hope that things have gone well?" The man's voice had an accent on
it that I just couldn't place. "Hm? Oh yeah baby, everything's fine! Peachy keen you know?" "I heard you keening and thought
that there may have been troubles.  I need not have worried." "Let's get the fuck out of here baby. That guy was a total
stain." "I worried that I may have needed to ask Great Garbage for another favor if you screamed much longer. I already owe
it so much" "Can we not talk about your creepy friends and just get the fuck out of here, like NOW?" "Of course, beautiful
Eris. We have so much yet to do."

With both of them seated, the door closed and the car very slowly accelerated away. If only I could afford to call an ambulance.

I was shown this video by one of my friends and collaborators just last night.
This is CLEARLY the truth, brought out into the public eye for to free us all!  Also the funniest video of it's type I have ever seen. Ever.

Now just hear the man out!

Looking into his account I think there's a real gold mine here!

Bring and Brag / Various Rants
« on: August 30, 2012, 10:51:07 pm »
These are rants that I did earlier this year after I finished moving to LaCrosse.  It's a short series as I had to adjust my schedule for employment reasons.  I'll return to the stage and begin ranting again very soon as my new job allows it in my schedule and I'm getting a backup in my guts from being out for so long.  These are considerably more influenced by the folks here and interactions I've had that have helped me to clarify my thoughts on some subjects.  I sincerely hope that you enjoy them!

Rootnoterant#1  WARNING: I sing in this one, be advised.




If you like these feel free to do as you wish with them.

I also have a series in a different thread from when I first arrived here and started spagging around.

They're here -->,29485.0.html

Heartfelt thanks to those that have had an influence on me here, and I do hope that this place and it's denizens prosper!

It's my first one ever and I just can't believe how lucky I was to to get in line early!!  Now, finally, I will get to observe the gentle and delicate interplay of human relations here on PD without any protection whatsoever.  Science is best whilst unprotected.
 True fact!

It's right here!!------->,33117.0.html

Party is kind of slow until page 3 or so, but it's best to read the whole thing now so that you will not feel overwhelmed and confused by the size, as I did.  I got to crash, cuz the dexies are wearing off and I gotta work REALLY early.  This thread has been the most fun I've had for a while and I thank you wholeheartedly,, for the chance to participate.  Back to the party tomorrow!!  YEAAAHHH PAAAARRRTY!!!!!
 :p  :lulz:

Apple Talk / This is Spinal Tap quotes in my virgin ears!!
« on: November 12, 2011, 12:47:53 pm »
"You can't really dust for vomit"

It would appear that rumors of rituals at the great pyramids have caused it to be closed.  Probably so the REAL powers that be can hold theirs undisturbed.  :tinfoilhat:

Here's a few mainstream versions of the story.

AAAND.. here's a bit of Youtube Madness, for flavor.  note these are random selections and not necessarily to my taste.

This crap is just getting ridiculous.

This is by far the most freaky thing I've seen on youtube as of this date.  That's REALLY saying something.

Youtube Video: Jesus Was Half Anunnaki

I found it amusing that I was the 322nd viewer.  :fnord:

Even if this stuff was true, I'm not a fan of the nice things said about Enlil.  He tried to kill us all.  Then these folks say he sent Jesus. Not helping his case.

Here's the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel version

Milwaukee woman jailed in sex-related stabbing of Arizona man
By Gitte Laasby
Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
Updated: 11/10/2011 01:04:21 PM CST

A Milwaukee woman apparently interested in werewolf spirits having sex was in jail Wednesday after an 18-year-old man endured 300 puncture wounds when their sexual encounter "got out of hand," a police affidavit says.

Rebecca Chandler, 22, was being held in the incident, which may also have involved satanic or occult practices.

Bleeding from the neck, arms and back, the man called police Sunday night from the intersection of E. Knapp St. and N. Astor St. on Milwaukee's east side. He told police he had traveled by bus from Phoenix to Milwaukee for a sexual encounter with Chandler.

"Once he got to the residence, he was bound and stabbed numerous times over a time frame of what he described as two days," an affidavit accompanying a search warrant states. The affidavit also says the apartment contained a book titled "Werewolf's Guide to Life," a necromantic ritual book, as well as a black folder called "Intro to Sigilborne Spirits." According to various websites, Sigilborne spirits include female werewolf spirits who engage in sexual acts.

The man suffered more than 300 wounds to his back, face, arms, legs and neck and was taken to Froedtert Hospital in Wauwatosa, according to the document. His condition was not immediately available.

Near the intersection from where the victim called, police found bloody duct tape "fashioned in a manner that appeared to be a restraint, as well as a bloody length of rope," the affidavit says.

Officers followed a blood trail to an apartment in the 900 block of E. Knapp St, where the door to one of the units was open. Inside, there was blood on the floor and on bedding in a bedroom as well as duct tape that, again, appeared to be a restraint, according to the affidavit.

The 22-year-old woman introduced herself to officers, saying, "I think you are here looking for me."

She said she'd been having sex with the man and that the cutting was consensual but quickly got out of hand.

After she was arrested, Chandler told police her roommate, whom she called Scarlett, had done the majority of the cutting. She said Scarlett is "possibly involved in satanic or occult activities." She claimed she didn't know Scarlett's full name, but that her DNA could be found on a hair brush.

Police searched the apartment for DNA clues to determine if there was another person involved. The man had told them "a woman" had bound and stabbed him.

Chandler is being held in the Milwaukee County Jail in lieu of $150,000 bail.

Here's a CBS News version that says less about what was found, but names the accomplice

November 10, 2011 11:27 AM
Cops: Man bound and stabbed over 300 times by two women

    Crimesider Staff

(CBS) MILWAUKEE - Two women are under arrest for allegedly cutting and stabbing a man more than 300 times during a bizarre two-day ordeal.

According to a search warrant affidavit posted on The Smoking Gun website, the 18-year-old victim met Rebecca Chandler, 22, online and traveled by bus from Phoenix to Milwaukee to meet her. When he arrived, the young man told police, he was bound and stabbed for two days.

Detective Michael Walisiciwicz stated in the affidavit that he was called to the neighborhood Sunday evening and found the man bleeding, with what looked to be restraints made of duct tape and rope nearby. He followed the blood trail to Chandler's nearby apartment, and found the door open. Inside, he found a large amount of blood on the floor and bedding, as well as books including "The Necromantic Ritual Book."

Chandler was in the apartment and greeted police, saying, "I think you're looking for me."

Chandler told Walisiciwicz that she had had sex with the man, and stated that the cutting was consensual - until it got out of hand. She also told the detective that a roommate named "Scarlett," who she said may have interest in satanic rituals, did most of the cutting.

According to the New York Daily News, police identified "Scarlett" as 20-year-old Raven Larrabee.

Both women are being held on suspicion of reckless injury, but have not yet been charged.

Do click the links, you gotta see the looks in these ladies' eyes.  What a catch!!  :lol:

your your  y o u r your YOUR   

All I typed above here was your spelled Y O U R.

If it's not happening on your computer then I need to know.  Then it's a problem with mine, not thine yours!

Just yesterday I attended the Occupy Milwaukee rally and march.  I went there to protest for the first time and decided to document as much stuff as possible.  Here's the best I could do with a good audio recorder and bad wind.  The Occupy protests are definitely under reported, so I felt like bringing as much of the spirit as I could back home to this place.  I've got plans of my own for some of these files, but consider them property of nobody and offer them for the interest and use of the folks here. 


These are based on 2 simple questions and my own flavor of trouble making.  Question 1 was "What does the Occupy Movment mean to you?"  Question 2 was "What does the federal income tax pay for?" followed by a wild assertion out of Teabagger mythology that may or may not be accurate.  It pays only for the interest on the national debt. Don't care If that's accurate or not, it was fun and the interviews were a blast to do.
I tried to get a good demographic slice, but came up heavily skewed to males.  It proved more difficult to get females to agree to an "Anonymous Audio Interview" than I thought it would be.

OMilwaukee Interview 1 Bob     OMilwaukee Interview 2 Karen     OMilwaukee Interview 3 John     OMilwaukee Interview 4 Jesse     OMilwaukee Interview 5 Jerri
OMilwaukee Interview 6 Dan     OMilwaukee Interview 7 Matt     OMilwaukee Interview 8 Mike     OMilwaukee Interview 9 Allen     OMilwaukee Interview 10 Phil
OMilwaukee Interview 11 Jared     OMilwaukee Interview 12 Frank     OMilwaukee Interview 13 Anonymous     OMilwaukee Interview 14 Tom     OMilwaukee Interview 15 Richard
OMilwaukee Interview 16 Daniel     OMilwaukee Interview 17 Russ & Alex     OMilwaukee Interview 18 Victor(en Espanol)

Slogans & Shouting

This is a collection of protest slogans being shouted by REAL ANGRY people.  Fun to listen to and may make great fodder for video background noise.

Who's Street, Our Street     We Are The 99%     This Is What Democracy Looks Like     This Is What Democracy Looks Like, But Shorter
The Rich Got Bailed Out, We Got Sold Out     They Don't Pay, We Don't Pay     We Are The 99%, Again     More Who's Street, Our Street
Slogan Failure

Sounds & Rants

Here we have a few select pieces of audio for your pleasure.  I didn't manage to get as close as I wanted to some of the speeches going on, but there you have it.

OMilwaukee, Angry Educator In The Wind & The People's Mouth
OMilwaukee, Occupy Everywhere
OMilwaukee, Yes They Are
OMilwaukee, Marching Beats
OMilwaukee, Circle Beats

Event Reporting and Commentary

While participating in the march I felt the need to note what was going on around me.  This is the collection of those thoughts and a chronological record of events as the protest moved.

OMilwaukee Commentary By T.w. Joseph #1     OMilwaukee Commentary By T.w. Joseph #2     OMilwaukee Commentary By T.w. Joseph #3
OMilwaukee Commentary By T.w. Joseph #4     OMilwaukee Commentary By T.w. Joseph #5     OMilwaukee Commentary By T.w. Joseph #6
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Apple Talk / Joseph- A very questionable Wizard
« on: August 24, 2011, 02:53:36 am »
Alright, Any questions, comments and snide remarks intended for me are welcome here.

I'll try to be cool.  8)

I may frequently fail at this.   :lulz: :oops:

I'm ready to throw my hood back and chat like civilized primates, but if it's funny just post away!

Bring and Brag / Title less
« on: July 13, 2011, 12:42:17 am »
I wanna grow
I wanna know

I want the world
I'll take it 
million bytes
a second

Let me go
start the Show
Here we go

Come with me
The apple in
My pocket
keeps you fixed

Just a glimpse
Just the skin

The taste will come
later om
You'll know when Lights
T-He fix is in

Real slow
Meta flow
time to grow

You see it
Lethe has more
not on shore
they're within

T. W. Joseph

"If you are trusting a wizard it means you have no choice."  - Commonly expressed throughout the known worlds

"There is never a wizard when you need one" - Another comm expression meaning different things by context: 
Do it your self! - to the lazy
I want you to die horribly! - when angry, rarely but sometimes light-hearted
We're in for some shit! - if already over your head in some shit
I couldn't even guess. - when stumped
Pay attention fool!! - to a wizard lost in thought
I encourage/require those that may reply to make up more.  I Will!  -  :wink:J

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