June 2, 2007

  • A POST WITH A ....***babe       alert!

    Italian Television
     
    This is the hostess for an
    Italian TV talk show.



    x-American Television
    This is the hostess for an

    American TV talk show.
    ***(HERE COME DA BABE!)

     



    ITALianO...MUCHO GUSTO...HOT CHA CHA CHA...mamma-mia...hot mamma cita

    AMERICANO......WOOF..WOOF...BARF...BARK...BARF...el make-a-me-sicko

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    WADT...   ~spaceman~ con't


    i wondered how i was going to I.D. him...

    ...i found him sitting in the same spot singing out loud to himself...i would probably have to see his driver's license or i.d. to be certain he was who he claimed to be...charles b spangler, the son of the famed author of the same name who wrote, "america's first spaceman"...but how was i going to get him to show me his i.d.?...i had to get him to WANT to show it to me...yeah, that's it...

    ...he asked me if i was the same person who spoke to him yesterday...he seemed even more delusional than yesterday...more agitated...more paranoid...so i had to talk soft and slow and change the subject if it was about anything that made him mad...the government made him mad...they murdered his cousin he claimed...i had an idea how to get him to show me his i.d.

    ME: WOW... ARE YOU REALLY CHARLES B. SPANGLER? PEOPLE WHO TALK TO YOU MUST NOT REALLY BELIEVE YOU ARE THE ACTUAL MR. SPANGLER.

    (i was hopi    ng he would say yeah, i show them my cali i.d card...here, let me show you what i show them)

    ME: DO THEY ASK YOU TO PROVE IT TO THEM?

    HIM: NO

    (shoot...lemme try another tactic)

    fast forward...

    ME: BUT DON'T YOU NEED I.D. TO GET FEDERAL ASSISTANCE?

    HIM: YA, I SHOW THEM MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE.

    ME: YOU KEEP YOUR BIRTH CERT. IN YOU WALLET?...WOW...DOESN'T IT HAVE A STAMPED SEAL ON IT TO VERIFY IT'S AUTHENTICITY?

    HIM: I DON'T KNOW...LEMME CHECK...WANNA SEE IT?

    ME: OK...WOW (IT WORKS IF YOU SAY WOW A LOT)

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    ...he is charles b. spangler III born july 19, 1954...to dorothy beneta reynolds and charles II. his father, the author was 28 years old when he was born...the book, america's first spaceman was co-written by his father and his aunt jewel...they were close friends of alan shepard...jewel spangler died of cancer, and charles states the gov't murdered her son because he was the son of a famous author. but the murder occured in L.A....he was raised in mountain view, and attended uc berkeley. he has been committed to a facility (MSC?) and has been experimented on by the gov't. he was poisoned with drugs while committed, and has had surgery performed on him against his will. he ran away from this facility and as lived on the streets in sf, berkeley, and now oakland. his purpose for sitting on the sidewalk is to give away books and magazines, free of charge, and tell his story, which he calls his 'song'...he also sits there to listen to other people and hear their 'song'...he plans to publish these songs and become famous like his father.

    ...at times he sounds very intelligent and stable...but quite often he shows signs of being paranoid and out of touch with reality, making delusional claims...during these moments, he becomes agitated, loud, and seemingly angry...he never made any mention of GOd, a higher being, religion, or supernatural beliefs. (no i did not take notes)

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    i said a prayer for mr. spangler when i left and told him i hoped to talk with him again.

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