Below the fold, and picking up right here now for you Kosers, is a stream of consciousness that I am thinking of e-mailing to Charles Krauthammer who I like very much by the way. A few spell checks and one re-read that’s it.
If you don’t know who I am, look me up, this is an improvisational diary posting, I can’t tie everything up in a nice package like I try in my other diaries; which 80% of you don’t follow anyway, rightly or wrongly.
Tomorrow as a pre-Oscar treat I’ll post a rehearsed diary.
Do I forward the part below to Krauthammer?
Remember when you read, if you read, the profane is directed at him not you, and I've been e-mailing him for months knowing it's always one in a million that he e-mails back. And to complicate things like I always do, you’ll see at the end what I already sent him last night (and to Richard Cohen, and Andre Peyser, no explanation don’t ask). For some strange reason this morning I woke up, thought about last night and got pissed off.
Beto’s plan ( That was subject of e-mail. Follow along, this is this morning's e-mail follow up, that's now on hold, to Mr. K, and we'll all assume for the record he won't ever see either this one if I send, or the one I sent last night.)
Blog form, I have no more time to clean this stuff up for you shit’s. Hope you read last nights e-mail as background to this one. Slum Dog that’s what I want to get to before I sign off and go to my real job cleaning bathrooms.
Talked to Beto ******* last night. This is the plan, and he hatched it, and it’s good. He already has two passports, one from the Mexican Consulate in Philadelphia and one from a Mexican something???, in Cuernevaca, Mexico. I was there when he got both. The theory. He’s going to buy into a tourist package of Mexican’s going to Canada. Can you believe this? There can only be two kinds of people on this tour. Either they’re filthy rich, or they’re Beto. You don’t need a visa. (If you had a job already waiting in Canada you would. By the way, that’s easy to get- if the job is waiting.)
He walks away from the tour. That’s it in a nutshell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looks for job in Canada (easy, yeah right)
I send him $1400 dollars which I have now because a very shady acquaintance, nicknamed Doc, out of the blue- bought my 1983 Lincoln Mark 5 or 6, whatever the F it was. Town Car body, hidden headlights, no air suspension, nice vehicle. A bunch of us screw around with cars. Nobody is buying or selling now, so it was pure luck he showed up. Get it? Not a lot of money around for us to be sending $1400 to Mexico. Is Beto a con man? No. Will Beto buy into a rip off? No, he’s smart. Am I a sap? No. Besides everything else he did for us when he stayed here 5 years, he left $6000 taped underneath the bathroom vanity in the room he was using. I found out about this when I was down in Mexico my first time, the time I went back with him. I told my wife where to look. Most of it wound up going for her overdue medical bills. He never new for sure whether he’d ever see us again, he did however figure he would easily get back (sneak) into the country. Any of you mother fr’s been following my story up to now? Of course not!
My wife’s medical bills? Hmmmmm The phone never stops ringing here thanks to unpaid insurance claims from about 3 years ago. Andrew Cuomo are you listening? There not that substantial, but that’s all relative. But neither are we behind on our fairly substantial mortgage payments. Oh by the way, I ran for congress and was in favor of assistance to homeowners behind on their mortgages. I’m a poor Republican, a fine example.
Back to the wife. We have the most minimum, most basic insurance now, assuming she’s even made the premiums. I never know anymore, part of the reason our romance is on the rocks. Long story, blame to go around, mostly me. F it. To look at her she looks like the picture of health, behind the beautiful complexion she’s had cancer twice, has diabetes, has Barrots esophagus, arthritis, and the winner is, a bad f’n heart. If she knew about this part, I'm more dead then I already am.
Where has she been the last two days? Sitting in the local hospital waiting room with Pauly, the husband of Francesca who’s getting free, free, free, free medical care gratis for her gall bladder. There were complications and she had to be admitted last night. Wife just left 10 minutes ago to pick up Pauly. She just read this e-mail up to the point where I wrote...Town Car Body, hidden headlights, and then she had to go. Besides her thinking I’m crazy for the last 15 months, her reaction to the e-mail was to say, "sounds bitter" She’s the sap. Me bitter? Me bitter? Noooooooooooo! And for clarification purposes. Neither Pauly nor Francesca work for us. No Mexicans work for us. There was a little bit of that before, mostly a barter type of arrangement. It surely was that way with Beto and his brother when they stayed with us and did a little cleaning on the side. (They had excellent full time jobs during the day. You don’t want to know how much federal income tax they paid which they could have had back in refunds but they weren’t interested)
Slum Dog Millionaire. Mr. Krauthammer (sorry to single you out, I like you, and your only one of hundreds I e-mail), Mr. K, to see you and Fred Barnes and Mort (never e-mailed them so they’re off the hook) sit there so smug (put yourself in my shoes you’ve read my shit, or not) and pick this dumb movie for best picture, and me watching, and knowing that in your minds you’re thinking how poignant the movie was. I have news for you big shots. It wasn’t poignant, stupid kid answers a few questions on a game show using the knowledge he picked up along the way. Hey wife?? I think you’re right, I am cynical. Question? A croquet player named Hobbs setting some world croquet record. Kid answers correctly. Give me a break. Yeah, yeah nice love story. I’ll take Titanic any day, you ladies out there. That was a good movie. That plot at least wasn't far fetched.
Take you F’n false sanctimony and shove it. I even hope the marginal tax rate goes back up to 50%. This is why some of us call you elitists. I’ve been e-mailing you off and on for months, it will be years eventually, and my real life story about another type of desperation (Mexico, get it, not Mumbai, Calcutta, or whatever that cesspool was (sorry my Indian friends I have nothing against you)) you’ve completely ignored me. I’m not looking for any charity. Just put one reporter on to my story. Obviously Charles you’re not going to go to Mexico with me. Thanks for nuttin. I know you get 1000's, millions, billions of kooks writing you all the time.
Last nights e-mail
Mr. Krauthammer,
I can't not e-mail you this week. I tried not to. I’m trying to low-key things this week, I haven’t tortured any journalists with this weeks musings about Mexico which all of you are so obviously not interested in, nor have I sent out to everyone else the early version of my diary to go into the Daily Kos.
The Michael Corleone scene where he says he’s trying to get out of the business but they keep pulling him in.....never mind the endless news now about Mexico’s imminent collapse, tonight on Special Edition (I just watched it on tape) you hit on one thread of this weeks diary, my pick of Slum Dog Millionaire even though I didn’t like the movie, and two, what you said about Obama relaxing and taking a few puffs, something similar is in there too. (Kosr's friends, that's coming tomorrow) I'm pulled in again see, I'm e-mailing you.
I’m no great writer, nor do I claim to be, I’m just looking for one reporter to go down to Mexico,,,,,, here then this weeks diary which I plan to post in the Daily Kos on Sunday afternoon before the Oscars for most effect ......
he got to see diary, last night, you see it tomorrow. God willing.
p.s. Tomorrow when I answer the question why I’m a Republican I’ll also explain why I like Charles Krauthhammmmmmer. (He’s as brilliant as the supposedly brilliant late William F. Buckley was, but I can understand what the F Mr. Krauthammer is talking about.
deleted first paragraph and placed down here. I'm trying to be coherent. This part was stupid.
I stick around when I post my other diaries, not now; I have to go to work. Who knows what negative crap some, not all, might post here besides. I couldn’t take it anyway today. Try to be nice. I'll check in later, and that could be very useful to me by the way. No, nice try I’ll still post tomorrow’s diary, no matter what you say while I'm gone. But for any one sweet enough, I’d like to know in simple steps how to post a picture, and why when I have tried to post a link in a diary and did the requisite http/; thing why did it turn up in preview as a blank space? You want me to post tomorrow, slap these negative nabobs of negativity silly when they mock me, and I'll post. Maybe I’ll answer the question, why am I a Republican. I never like to make assumptions, so I add; I’ll answer questions if any one cares. Maybe you don’t. I’m just a janitor. (real time spirit of this, mild virus on this computer, moving to hot mail, will post from library assuming the little brats aren’t monopolizing them, only three terminals at local branch, then off to work, t. brush in hand. Library closed on Sunday’s hopefully sister-in-law lets me use her laptop tomorrow)
Stop, now home computer is letting me post. "How about that." (Mell Allen)
and p.s.s you never edit this in one or two tries, and it's still rough. So what go ahead and publish, dumbell. Where does the time go?