A year and a half into a very fat Donald Trump's second residence at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington DC the USA has lost in the World Cup, the Pentagon needs more money to fight Israel's proxy wars throughout the Levant, food has become increasingly very expensive, the dollar has inflated almost 100%, ICE continues to arrest thousands, and the world suffers from everything as Zion rules the politics of America. Trump threatens at the NATO conference to take Greenland. His madness due to his cocaine addiction quells his insanity. The news always serve up a plate of his craziness, yet his crowd revere him as a saint making America great again with the helpof his stacked Supreme Court; mandatory bible studies in Texas, free speech stymied by arrests for reading leftist material, sueing everyone, threatening to ban all trade with Spain and travel overseas, more tax cuts for the wealthy ad nauseum.

When will this end?

When it is too late?

Resist!

It is never too late.

The Power Of Bertell Ollman

Several months after my liver transplant in December 2022 my friend Raoul asked , if I could elder care his father, Professor Bertell Ollman, a renowned Marxist scholar. The eighty-nine old has just retired from NYU. He was in the early stages of forgetting everything. I agree. I neeed money. His father was a kin man to me. The job entailed eating lunch with him and watching TV unti he fell asleep. Raoul had a four hour break from his 24/7 existence with his father, who wasn't quite sure who he was.

After Raoul departed the apartment on Bleecker Street, we watched nature programs and popular movies. Nothing heavy. We sat surrounded by walls of books. Maybe ten thousands on philosophy and revoution. Two hors on his father retreated to his bedroom. A nap. I returned to the living room and picked out books. I I searched each book for a meaningful paragraph about overthrowing the capitalist state in the upcoming revolution. Later I read to him. Each a word to flourish his still revolutionary soul.

Two years ago I read his 2011 Letter of Resignation from the Jewish people to him. Forty-five minutes of his writing condemning the Zionists abandoning the Jewish culture of the Diaspora to seize Biblical lands from the Palestinians. All of it is pure genius and ends with these words.

"As far as I’m concerned, the comedian, Lenny Bruce, provided the only good answer to this question when he said, "Dig, I'm Jewish. Count Bassie’s Jewish. Ray Charles is Jewish. Eddie Cantor is goyish… Marine Corps – heavy goyish… If you live in New York or any other big city, you’re Jewish. If you live in Butte, Montana, you’re going to be goyish even if you’re Jewish… Kool-Aid is goyish. Evaporated milk is goyish even if Jews invented it… Pumpernickel is Jewish and, as you know, white bread is very goyish.… Negroes are all Jews… Irishmen who have rejected their religion are Jewish… Baton twirling is very goyish.”

To this I would only add, “Noam Chomsky, Mordechai Vanunu and Edward Said are Jewish. Elie Wiesel is goyish. So, too, all ‘Jewish’ neo-cons. Socialism and communism are Jewish. Sharon and Zionism are very goyish”. And, who knows, if this reading of Judaism were to take hold, I may one day apply for readmission to the Jewish people.

When I shut the letter, Professor Ollman said, "I don't agree with all of that."

"You wrote that."

"I did?"

"Yes."

The professor shrugged and smiled kindly. Still the Marxist monster of the Capitalists. No recollection in his cobwebbed mind of the struggle, but I recognize his genius and anytime I speak to him about the impending revolution he smiles and wishes us success. He was a man to be followed. By the CIA and FBI. An enemy of the state. Forever. Every time we were together at his aparment in the NYU professorial dorms, I assured him that I was there to protect him from the Feds. And I was serious.

The only way to forget is not to remember - James Steele - Fugitve

1968 forever never forget, comrades.

Marx's vision of Communism - Professor Bertell Ollman 1977

T-Mobile Retail Scam

In April 2026 I went to the T-Mobile store at 436 Myrtle Avenue in Brooklyn to seek a new phone. I ha dealt with the rep on many occasion oer the last years. NEver a problem. He suggested an upgrade on my old phone with an offer of the new Samsung phone along with an iPad as well as a better stack for the internet. With the creit of $300 it all made sense, until I examined the next bill with was twice what I had paid and also discovered there were hidden costs; an extra phone and iPad line. Double charging for the internet and no insurance coverage. A call to T Mobile sorted out most of the problems, but this T Mobile store was not a corporate store, but an unlicensed mobile store.

According to Google AI T-Mobile "Authorized Retailers" are independently owned franchises. While they look exactly like corporate stores, they are notorious for unauthorized add-ons (cramming), misleading promotions, and forging customer consent. Because they operate on commission, some aggressively push accessories or insurance without your knowledge.

THey also practive ramming: Secretly adding hidden fees, tablet lines, Protection \(\text{\textdollar}360\) (insurance), or unwanted accessories (cases, screen protectors) to your bill while claiming they are "free" or required.Phantom Trade-ins: Promising a specific credit for your old device, but never processing the trade-in systemically, leaving you to pay the full price.

Promising a specific credit for your old device, but never processing the trade-in systemically, leaving you to pay the full price.

How to Protect YourselfAudit Your Bill Daily: Log in to your T-Mobile Account immediately after any transaction.

Check the "Rate Plan" and "Add-ons" tabs to ensure no extra lines or insurance were slipped in.Review the E-Signature: If a sales rep hands you a tablet to sign, read the fine print. Make sure the summary clearly matches what you actually asked for. Never sign a blank document or a screen you haven't reviewed.

Never Accept "Free" Items: If an employee offers you a "free" screen protector, tablet, or charger, ask to see the monthly recurring charge breakdown. Nothing is truly free if it adds a line or an ongoing equipment installment fee.Report the Swindle: If you've been scammed by a retailer, file a formal dispute on the T-Mobile Support page, or report the store’s practices to the T-Mobile Integrity Line.

Switch to Corporate Stores: Use the T-Mobile Store Locator to filter for Corporate locations over Authorized Dealers, which offer better accountability for billing issues.

Thirty One Years Ago - Michael Charles Smith 1960 - 1995

The ending of GAYBOY, a novella.

Two weeks into Michael's death vigil at the hospice South of Boston, Patrick, my other younger brother called me into the guest room.

“He’s going.”

The two of us hurried back to his room.

Everyone was crying.

I joined them, and then checked the machines attached to Michael. The vital signs were unchanged. Joni Mitchell’s URGE FOR GOING played on the small tape player next to the bed.

“No sad songs.” I tore out the cassette.

After everyone went home, my younger brother brought his guitar into the room and played FREEBIRD.

“Michael hates that song.”

“I know.” Patrick sniffed through misty eyes. “But your hearing is the last thing to go, so I know if he can hear it, he’ll think of me.”

The nurse approached us out of the earshot of the attending doctors.

“Funny, our patients never leave if a family member is in the room. The hospital encourages your being with him, because the longer you’re with him the bigger the bill.”

I related this information to my father and he summoned the rest of the family. They came over within the hour. It was time to say good-bye.

We each briefly spoke to Michael. His face showed no sign of life. My mother hugged him for a long time and my father pulled her into the corridor. The doctors looked at us with suspicion that we knew what they knew. Within the hour Michael passed over to the angels.

Two days later my sisters and brothers eulogized him at the funeral. My grief prevented my saying a word.

“I’ll always be there for you.”

“I know.”

Bruce my friend from the 1270, a gay disco near Fenway Park, came to the funeral home.

“Sometimes I feel like the last whale in the ocean.” He had lost his lover the year before.

“No matter where I am I’ll hear your call.”

“Thanks for lying.” He could still smile after all this, which meant I could too one day.

I informed my parents about my trip to Asia.

“I’m going to the holiest places on earth to help Michael’s soul pass from this world to eternity.

And I ended up in Tibet to circle the Jokhang Temple with Buddhist pilgrims spinning the prater wheels. Lhasa salved my soul and Michael remains with me always.

Couvre-feu A Paris

The environs of Paris have been inhabited since 10000 BN ie Before Now.

The banks of the Seine have provided life to the last of the Neanderthals, the Cro-magnons, the Celts, the Romans, the Franks, and then for the French.

After conquering northern France Adolph Hitler's army declared a curfew and the City Of Light was dark from 9PM in the evening until 5AM.

No curfew was declared during the 1968 Uprising.

The Mitterand government hadn't needed to enforce a couvre-feu in the early-1980s.

No one had money.

Les Citoyen stayed at home after dark, but not us.

At night the city belonged to my friends and me.

Before and Now and Thereafter - 2026

Long ago
Long before Taylor Swift
We became our species
How does not matter
As what does not matter
Our species existed
Prey for all animals Saber-Toothed tigers, crocodiles, mosquitos ad infinitum We were not atop the feeding chain We was not on the bottom What saved us We smelled bad
We tasted worst__
And we learned from the other species
How to speak
To feed
To love
We roamed this planet
For eons upon eons
Our footprints marked the soil
Bones scattered across the plains, valleys, mountains everywhere.
Sometimes alone
Sometimes together
Like the other species outs was social
And sometimes not__
Our species changed with challenges
From Mother Earth
Floods, quakes, and lastly the last Ice Age
The great glacier retreats
15000 years ago
We once more.
Alive and ready to spread
To open land across the globe.
Learning from the lions, tigers, and bears.
How to stay alive
How to kill
Lions tigers and bears
And
US__
And we like the taste of us
We tasted of Spam
Goodbye Neanderthals
Goodbye Cro-magnon
Post Ice Age
We numbered approximately 10000 individuals
No known names
Earth no name
First known name
KI
In Sumerian
2900 BC
Over five thousand years ago
World population
Maybe three million
We spread KI
We cover Terra
We abuse Der Welt
And all beneath the sky
We are not Man
Man is war
Man is slavery
Man is greed, envy, pride, lust, gluttony, and wrath.
Sloth is a virtue in the age of mass species suicide.
Every man woman and child committing every sin in hopes of meet Taylor Swift.
I
One man
Have decided enough
No more am I a homo sapien.
A wise man___
Now
A Neanderthal
I resign from humanity
To rejoin my genes
Neanderthal
Beaten from me by nuns.
Lefthandedness
A welcoming smile
An occidental bump at the base of my skull
Short arms
Short legs
Good hair__
Abandoning humanity and all it's evils.
To walk free of learning
To see the stars
To read the wind
To meet Taylor Swift
No longer one of them

Just only me
And my name is not Ki
It's Ugh___