71 year old German woman put in cooler for priest stalking

By Mona Goldwater, Social Mores Ed.

the stalker in court

An 71 year old woman was jailed for 14 months this week for stalking a Catholic priest for over a decade. She stripped naked and danced in front of him on more than one occasion, the court heard, and had harassed him since 2000 with letters, emails, and phone calls, telling him she loved him. On Thursday, she confessed through her lawyer.  The confession left the court with the decision on whether she should go to prison or to the laughing academy.

The woman often left flowers, love notes and condoms in the priest's front garden in Sauerland, North-Rhine Westphalia, according to the Essen, Germany newspaper Westdeutsche Allgemeine Zeitung.  She told the court that when she first met him, "It hit me like a bolt of lightning. I didn't know that he was the priest."

After testimony, in the Meschede,  court, she was sentenced to one year and two months in prison.

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Drawings: Sixteen Splats

By Jack Brummet

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Painting: India Ink spill (making the best of it)

By Jack Brummet

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Alien Lore No. 260 — Jackie Gleason interviewed about UFO's and higher life forms

By Jack Brummet, Alien Lore and UFO ed.

This is an interview between Jackie Gleason and a Jack (last name unknown), who was guess hosting Long John Neville's radio program November 16, 1958, on New York City's WOR. 

Jackie Gleason was fascinated with aliens and UFOs.  Some people, including Jackie's wife, have claimed that he and President Richard Nixon once viewed the bodies of aliens from a UFO crash at a secret Air Force facility) (See our article Alien Lore No. 225 - Jackie Gleason's tale of President Dick Nixon and "The men from Mars"

Gleason: I got this letter unsolicited and it came from a group (8) of atomic scientists and physicists.

Jack: Could you name the scientist?

Gleason: I can't and let me tell you why I can't. They are still in government employ.

Jack: What does that mean?

Gleason: Well that means they're under security provisions

Jack: What do you mean security provisions if there's a flying saucer there's nothing there reviewing?

Gleason: We're supposed to believe the official dispensation from the Air Force. We're supposed to believe that he's flying saucers are a matter of great national concern then I love the same outfit tells us they don't exist. At the same time they tell us that they do come out of the security provisions and they have several regulations that forbid that forbid government and military from even talking about the.

Jack: But these aren't government officials? You can talk about it?

Gleason: Yes I can talk about it. I can't reveal the identity of these fellows . You know what I did with Willie Ley (rocket scientist) one night on a show called “The author meets the critic”. This was several years ago . Really with giving Donald Keyhoe and myself a hard time and I asked him if I could show him a letter and show him who signed it and where it came from and whether he would let me read one sentence which is all I was permitted to read publicly. I showed him the letterhead and his jaw dropped open. I showed him the signature and it dropped open a little more. And the sentence said quote after 6 years of studying the material in connection with these so called flying saucers we are of the unanimous opinion that these are interplanetary devices conceived and operated by intelligent beings of a very high order."

Jack: Now was that letter signed by very important men in the government?

Gleason: Yes It was signed by an important physicist.

Jack: Are these men that would have been in contact with the president?

Gleason: No no I wouldn't think so.

Jack: So then they weren't big personages?

Gleason: No they weren't top flight men but they were men who evidently had a lot of ability.

Jack: Were they connected with the government?

Gleason: Well they were connected with an atomic enterprise

Jack: But not with the government?

Gleason: Well I don't know but they were analyzing stuff for the government. I wouldn't say that they were actually career man or anything like that, no, but they were hired to do a job.

Jack: Why should then that be a surprise if some kind of scientists or men attached to the atomic research , a private research organization - why should his drop jaw drop open when they stay there are flying saucers?

Gleason: I think he was surprised at first when he recognized the scientist’s name and his standing.

Jack: That he was on the government team?

Gleason: Well he may have been . I don't know exactly what his relationship would have been except that I would be glad to show you the letter sometime. You could figure it out from there. 

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Jack Nicholson moons reporters—St. Tropez 1976

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The best Asian bootleg DVD cover ever: Break So Bad (a/k/a Breaking Bad)

by Jack Brummet, Travel Ed.

Whenever I travel in Asia, Mexico, or South America, I see these "so bad they're good" covers on the bootleg DVDs sold on the street.  This Korean cover on a Breaking Bad DVD has to be about the best one ever, replete with images from Bryan Cranston's earlier sitcom.

"With the cancerous concern lonely man must use chemistry skill in making most potent of drugs methanphetimen. Danger and serious threat comes to man' s family to bring his to life to serious impact."

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Jerry's Garcia image from Getty Images (used by permission)

 

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Drawing: Faces #689 - first skin graft

by Jack Brummet

I want to point out that I actually have no idea what a skin graft looks like. Yes, I know where I could find out, but sometimes it's just better to let your head and your heart run wild.  And not just sometimes. 

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Muhammad Ali talks a suicidal man down from the edge

By Jack Brummet, Heroes Ed.

I've posted a lot of photos of my heroes over the years on All This Is That, including dozens of Muhammad Ali.  But this one. . .wow.  What is more heroic than talking a potential suicide back from the edge?  This is the best picture I could find. You can also see a brief news clip of Walter Cronkite reporting the story below:

 

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Poem: Ghosts

By Jack Brummet

1
The scenery whirls by
In a drunken Gaussian Blur
Until I slow it down
And watch it unravel
In a multi-colored, quadraphonic
Parade of flora and fauna
Waltzing Venn Diagrams
Around each other.

2
I quit chasing ghosts,

But once in a while

I look over my shoulder
And find a face in the crowd,
With a sad smile and a halo.
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Living in Brooklyn, 1977 (The Summer of Sam), when the doctors nearly succeeded in killing me

By Jack Brummet, NYC Metro Ed.

My pal and my gal, Brooklyn, 1978

A shot I took from of our fire escape during a Brooklyn parade. The tall building is the House of Detention.

I shot I took from of our fire escape during a Brooklyn parade. The tall building is the House of Detention.

I moved to Brooklyn in June 1977, (The Summer of Sam), and after a couple of months living in a loft near The Bowery on the Lower East Side, we moved for two years to 324 Atlantic Ave. (between Smith and , right across the street from the Brooklyn House of Detention. On July 5th, I experienced a spontaneous pneumothorax that developed into double pneumonia with a fever of 106 one day (the very day the A/C was shut down due to the blackout).

It was seriously touch and go for a few days as to whether I'd make it or not. On July 13th, from my window in Long Island College Hospital, I watched as the lights on the World Trade Center dimmed and went out. And the great blackout and riots of 1977 began. I got out of the hospital three weeks later, in early August.

On August 10th, after a year of terror, they finally captured Son of Sam, and brought him, yeah, right across the street from our crib, to the House of Detention. It was a heady first couple of months in Brooklyn and NYC, to say the least. They've cleaned the place up a tad since we lived there. Back then, people would look kind of befuddled when you said you lived in Brooklyn. And getting a taxi home from Manhattan was virtually impossible unless you paid a double fare. It was a rude and harrowing introduction, but I loved every minute of it and Brooklyn and Manhattan have been part of my DNA ever since.

KeeKee Brummet and Jan Newberry probably saved my life that summer, and for that I'll be ever grateful to my pal and my gal.

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Poem: Dreams

by Jack Brummet

I think about dreams―not drifting
like this, but real R.E.M. dreams.

I don't know which is better―
to dream it or see it,

to see it right now,
or to have seen it.

I don't know which is better,
the memory or the thing itself.

The memory can be repeated forever
but loses fidelity like an old record

and the fictions your mind confects
start filling in the gaps

until the memory becomes a framework
for what we wanted to be, or what should have been.                      

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