Ed Brown and NESARA

[Pottapaug1938]

...compared to the real horror of this narcissist who wants to rule the world.

Ed does rule the world he's left with, all 8x10 of it, unless he has a room mate he has to share it with.

Depending on how big and muscular Ed's cellmate is, maybe Ed: Inmate doesn't even rule all 8x10....

[grixit]

The Pearls of C?" Cool. Although somehow I am reminded of the Feghoot from F&SF Magazine that ended: "A gritty pearl is Michael, L.L.D."

Aaargh! That one was the second worst ofthe whole series. "Chicken catch a tory" was the worst, of course.

[Dezcad]

Back to Ed family Nutjob. No one commented on my observation that Ed family Idiot may be a crazy as a fox, attempting to buttress an incompetency collateral attack, assuming that such a collateral attack will lie (WES??) or appeal, if the appeal is not the subject of final orders denying relief.

Or, is it possible, that he is deliberately trying to get transferred from a prison to a hospital? Again, WES may be able to comment.

I have sometimes had the impression that Ed is not just crazy but is also canny, wiley, etc., like his rodent relatives.

I seriously doubt that Ed has some secondary motivation for this (e.g. an incompetency collateral attack). More likely from all I've seen, he seriously believes the stuff he imagines.

[Dr. Caligari]

Aaargh! That one was the second worst ofthe whole series. "Chicken catch a tory" was the worst, of course.

Surely you're forgetting, "The Furry with the Syringe on the Top."

[Thule]

Why does he say in his affidavit that they "are secured parties creditors and holder in due course with unlimited commercial liability?" Is it just random UCC terms? Or is that supposed to mean something? Holder in due course of what note? Why do they want unlimited liability?

I'll give it a shot, but translating gibberish to common english is not easy.

I believe this refers to his straw man. I don't know how familiar you are with this stuff, LPC has some stuff about this on his FAQ;
http://evans-legal.com/dan/tpfaq.html#capitals

The basic idea is that EDWARD BROWN refers to a straw man, an artificial entity created by the Treasury/World Court/ZOG/NWO/banks/jews/Sith. This entity is put up as colleateral for some nefarious purpose, and is worth loads of money. For some reason, the evil forces maintain a bank account with several million dollars for each straw man.

When EDWARD BROWN is charged with a crime, it is really an attempt to empty this account. Or something like that, the point is that a criminal trial is *really* a commercial dispute over money.

So Ed starts writing his name as "Edward-Lewis:Brown". By doing so, he magically shows the entrire world that he is referring to himself (living, breathing man of the soil), not the straw man. Furthermore, he is now in control of his straw man (unlimited commercial liability) and is also entitled to whatever money is in the straw man account (secured party creditors, holder in due course).

So in Ed's mind, all he needs to do is finding the right words to make the government an offer to settle whatever commercial claim they have on EDWARD BROWN. He has already sent several letters offering a settlement. He should then be free to go, with what money is left in "his" account.

Or something like this, most sov'runs have their own versions of how things *really* are.

Ed doesen't see this as gibberish, he thinks these words have special meaning and are meant to be used like this. Also, any government official who sees his letters will be able to understand excactly what he is getting at. The fact that they don't respond properly to his letters only proves that there is a huge conspiracy, involving everybody except him.

[The Observer]

I'll give it a shot, but translating gibberish to common english is not easy.

Here is the scary part: I actually understood what you said.

I think we have enough evidence to show that Thule is a threat to our conspiracy and needs to be locked away permanently for the greater good of our order.

[Nikki]

To further abet the digression from theboring main topic ot the thread:

Asimov was also noted for incorporating serious groaner puns into either the colcluding line or the title of his stories. Among them:\

A murder mystery utilizing thiotimoline with the phrase "A niche in time saves stine."

A story concerning rebellious youth on a planet of intelligent flora: "Beware the waif of the fuscia."

[Cathulhu]

There's a great sequence in Zelazny's "The Changing Land", that has the good guy at one point yelling at his archenemy:

"There you are Jelerak, as I should have guessed I'd find you--surrounded by toads, bats, snakes, spiders, rats and noxious fumes, next to a big pool of shit, about to tear out a girl's heart!"

Jelerak lowered the blade.

"These are a few of my favorite things," he said...

There are also a lot of similar sneaky lines--when Merlin yells "hold that tyga!" in the Amber series, for example. Roger was a very nice man and I cried when I found he'd died. Then I donated an honorarium from a speech to the SFFWA medical fund to remember him by.

[Prof]

The Pearls of C?" Cool. Although somehow I am reminded of the Feghoot from F&SF Magazine that ended: "A gritty pearl is Michael, L.L.D."

Aaargh! That one was the second worst ofthe whole series. "Chicken catch a tory" was the worst, of course.

I think this line, "Chicken catch a Tory," was from Mr. Peabody, the dog character in Peabdody's Improbable History, a cartoon feature that appeared as party of the Rocky and Bullwinkle show. Peabody, and his boy, Sherman, had a time machine, the WABAC, and went back to historical events. Each concluded with a bad pun.

Speaking of buried jokes, I am rereading the Prey novels by John Sandford (I decided I wanted to follow the entire story "arch" of Lucas Davenport; I know, sort of stupid). I had not realized that in every book -- at least so far -- he inserts a dirty joke about 20 or 30 pages into the novel. Here is one such joke from Chosen Prey, I think, but in a version copied from another source, and slightly bowlderized to make it more Work Place Friendly:

The Monkey


From: Classic Laffaday <ezine@...>

A man walks into a bar after a long ride on his horse.

He walks up to the bar and asks the bartender for a beer. When he
gets his beer, he starts eying this beautiful lady in the corner.

Just as he turns back, a monkey runs up to the beer, dunks his _____
in the beer, and runs off.

Agitated, the man says to the bartender, "I can't drink this now!
Give me another beer!"

So, the bartender brings him another beer.

Before the man could do anything about it, the monkey ran back over,
dunked his _____ in the beer and ran off before the man could grab him.

Even more angry, the man says, "I can't drink this now. Bring me
another beer!"

He gets another beer and guards it with his life.

The monkey sneaks up behind him, knocks the stool out from underneath
the man, hops up onto the bar and dunks his _____ in the beer.

Now the man is thoroughly [mad].

He grabs the bartender and says, "Man, I've had it. Who's stupid
monkey is this anyway?"

The bartender replied, "It belongs to the piano player."

The man walks over to the piano player and says, "Excuse me, do you
know your monkey is dunking his _____ in my beer?"

To this the piano player replies, "No, I sure don't, but if you hum a
few notes, I'll fake it."

[Cpt Banjo]

I think this line, "Chicken catch a Tory," was from Mr. Peabody, the dog character in Peabdody's Improbable History, a cartoon feature that appeared as party of the Rocky and Bullwinkle show. Peabody, and his boy, Sherman, had a time machine, the WABAC, and went back to historical events. Each concluded with a bad pun.

By far the worst pun ever from the Jay Ward stable of shows was in an episode of Dudley Do-Right of the Mounties that featured the name of Snidely Whiplash's building demolition company: Edifice Wrecks.

The same show had a bit about building a bridge over Gorgeous Gorge. (Think 1950's wrestling.)

[Pottapaug1938]

Six-year-old Eva was visiting her extremely wealthy old-money grandmother at her winter mansion in Palm Springs. Among other things, "Grandmother" enjoyed taking Eva to the ultra-exclusive Ladies' Club nearby; and Eva always enjoyed this because she got to "dress up like a grownup".

Eva already had a miniature replica of the wardrobe that a Proper Lady should have; and among the items in it was a small fur stole. Eva loved to wear it; and one day, when Grandmother said that they were going to the Ladies' Club, Eva asked if she could wear her stole. "No," Grnamother replied. "A true lady knows when to wear her stole, or not wear it; and today wearing a stole is inappropriate, because of the dessert menu at today's luncheon."

Grandmother went on to point out that "today is Tuesday, when cakes are served; and wearing fur is not appropriate on such a day. On Wednesday, it is "Pie Day"; and furs are not appropriate then, either. The same applies on Thursdays, when it is "Cookie Day". Friday, however, is different."

Eva blinked. "Does that mean...?", she asked.

"Yes,dear," said Grandmother. "On Eclair Day, you can see fur, Eva."

[Cpt Banjo]

Lura, the Countess of Killarney, was on a world tour with her husband, the Count. They were staying at an Intourist hotel on the edge of the Ural Mountains and were scheduled to begin an escorted horseback tour of the area early the next morning. Lura had developed a good tan a month earlier on the beach at Nice, but now she noticed that it was beginning to fade. Not having anything scheduled after lunch, she took a blanket and wandered off in search of a secluded spot where she could touch up the tan a bit. Unfortunately, Lura failed to realize that at high attitudes the rays of the sun were much more damaging than at sea level. Even worse, she fell asleep. She awoke, feeling rather uncomfortable. Dressing gingerly, she limped back to the hotel to have her husband assess the damages and the prospects for the morrow. After one look he delivered his verdict: .... "Tour all Ural, Lura? Too raw, Lura. Lie."

[wserra]

A couple of folks from a remote village in the mountains were out hunting when they found a small ball of fur that appeared to be alive. They brought it back to the village, where no one had ever seen anything like it. "That's a rarie, all right", said the mayor. The name "Rarie" stuck, and the village kept it as a kind of mascot.

Over the next couple of years, the Rarie kept getting bigger and bigger, until finally it was eating more hay and grain than all the rest of the village animals combined. At that point, the villagers decided that, much as they liked it, they could just not afford to keep it anymore. But how do you painlessly kill something the size of a small house? After much discussion, they decided they would push it over a cliff just outside of town. After considerable struggle, they got it to the edge of the cliff, and were just about to push it over when the Rarie said, "Wait!" The villagers stopped in amazement, as the Rarie had never spoken before. It peered over the edge of the cliff, turned back to the villagers and said, "That's a long, long way to tip a Rarie."

[wserra]

The American ambassador and his wife were attending a Moscow reception back in the days of the Soviet Union. It was warm inside, but outdoors the late fall night was turning nasty - sleet, freezing rain mix. Everyone had drunk a little too much vodka, and the conversation turned to the weather. The ambassador's wife said how much she hated sleet. The Russian host, a man named Rudolf, insisted that it was raining, although he allowed that it might turn to sleet later. Things started to get heated. The ambassador, not wanting to provoke a drunken incident over something as silly as the weather, turns to his wife and says, "Please, just let it drop. After all, Rudolf the Red knows rain, dear."

[Imalawman]

Stop it! You're being silly!!

[Pottapaug1938]

Stop it! You're being silly!!

We know. So is Ed, although he doesn't realize it.

[Prof]

My favorite "Feghoot:"

Feghoot XXX
Category: Original Feghoots
The Feghoot series is by Reginald Bretnor writing under the pseudonym of Grendel Briarton.


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It was Ferdinand Feghoot who saved one of Civilization’s noblest works of piety and learning, the great Summa Theologica of St. Thomas Aquinas, for posterity.

In 4282, the Cardinal-Prefect of Alternate Time Tracks told him that young Thomas, instead of studying hard, was succumbing to an earthly temptation, a seemingly innocent one smuggled to him by a time-travelling Occamist agent from the 34th Century.

Immediately, Feghoot went back to 1541 and the castle of San Giovanni, where the youth was being kept prisoner by misguided relatives. In the guise of an abbot, he gained admittance, and found Thomas luxuriating in a lovely, hot bubble-bath, which two guards kept replenishing.

“My son,” he exclaimed, “do you not know that a holy hermit has prophesied a great future for you? What are you doing?”

“I’m simply wallowing in this heavenly bath,” sighed the lad. “Father, it’s wonderful. I could lie here forever.”

Then Ferdinand Feghoot drew himself up to his full height and pronounced the words which at once set things straight. “You must not!” he cried out in an awful voice. “Remember, Thomas Aquinas … one’s wallow does not make a Summa!”


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(Copyright © 1960 by Mercury Press. First published in THE MAGAZINE OF FANTASY & SCIENCE FICTION.)

[Dezcad]

For anyone who wants to see Ed's latest drawing.

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As I think I've said before, he missed his calling as a comic book illustrator. With a little training he might have been quite good. Oh, well.

[grixit]

He could start his own line of Chick tracts.