5 September 2025

I need a title for this blog post. I got up this morning thinking JEFFRY EPSTEIN WAS A BURNING MAN PAGAN might work. It sure sounds good to me. I was still thinking it when I exited my boat, observed Chris, the next-to-last Anchor-out, motor his inflatable past my stern. He’ll be gone by October. They’ll all be gone by October. No more anchor-outs. Do I give a damn? A little bit. But don’t confuse me. I’m busy thinking about this blog post title I just thought up.

So I drove all the way to the Strawberry Starbucks thinking I had a pretty good blog post title

The Strawberry Starbucks is jammed packed. I’m sitting in my parked car. That’s a real stupid title, JEFFRY EPSTEIN WAS A BURNING MAN PAGAN. How did I come up with a title so fucking stupid? Cuz I’m stupid. Or blame it on You tube Binging. Political Porno. That’s my sickness. I’m obsessed with Donald Trump and the downfall of the U.S.A. I can’t stop watching this shit.

Everything’s going to hell in a handbasket. Wait a minute! That might work as a title.

Na…

Jeffrey Epstein went to hell in a handbasket? Then he went to Burning Man? Then he hanged himself?

Na…

I drove back here to the Marin City Starbucks. Been here for three hours, watching you tube Political Porno on my laptop. Among other bits of rancid drivel. Old man like me, wasting his time, when he could be volunteering for something. Helping the poor. Wait a minute, I’m the poor. I could rob a bank. That way I wouldn’t be poor. I’d be in prison. Well, I gotta do something. Maybe I’ll just do what I’m doing. Sit here at the Marin City Starbucks…watching my laptop…while Don Ho sings of tiny bubbles…

Jeffrey Epstein was burned alive at Burning Man

How’s that for a blog post title?

No. No, no!

Jeffrey would’ve been an organizer of Burning Man. He would’ve built the Wicker Man. Picked the victim. Picked a Jesus freak. Stuck the poor sap inside the straw effigy and set him on fire. Just like they did to Edward Woodward in the movie. Did you see the movie? You didn’t? Check it out. The Wicker Man. Pretty creepy movie. I liked it. All about Paganism and Human Sacrifice. Good old Pagans. Gotta love em. That’s where they got the idea for the Burning Man festival. Did you know that? I’m serious. Burning Man is a bunch of spoiled pampered upper middle class mainly white Baby Boomers and their idea for a three day blow out, celebrating…celebrating what? New age Paganism! They got the idea for the festival from the Movie. From this stupid 1973 horror movie. The Wicker Man. All about Human Sacrifice. Real Stupid. Although I’ll admit I liked it. Matter of fact, it was a pretty good movie. A great movie !!!

Gotta love Human Sacrifice!

As for Jeffrey Epstein. How do you molest something like a thousand under-aged woman and not be a sick twisted Pagan? Toss his ass in the Wicker Man. Burn his ass up. Toss Bill Clinton in there with him. I’m sorry. But I got no use for Bill Clinton. I despise Bill Clinton. He sold us out to the Republicans. Could be you’re too young to remember how Bill Clinton conspired with Dick Morris to sell out all us god fearing Democratic Socialists…sell us down the river. That’s when all this compromise with the right wing shit started. Fuck Bill Clinton! May Bill Clinton burn in hell along with Jeffrey Epstein.

Stick Dick Morris in hell too, when his time comes. Is he still alive? Who cares…

Oh, wait a minute. In my zeal to indict Bill Clinton I forgot all about my number one candidate!

May the man on the right soon be joining Jeffrey Epstein in the ninth circle of hell. All the political porno says he aint doing too well. Looks like he might be joining his Pal Jeffrey in the afterlife…he’s thinking about getting up to Heaven…Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You and I both know where he’s going when he goes. Wish I could write a poem about him wiggling around down there. I’m no Dante. We need a Dante to tell the story of Epstein and Trump in Hell!

Burning, burning, burning….

Pushing toward five p.m. and I still aint got a title

I’ve been in the doldrums lately.

The news I’ve been gorging on has a way of damping down my spirits. Even though it sort of weirdly energizes me. It’s like watching the crows hop around on a parking lot. Picking at grubs and bits of road kill. Then one of them turns to me and sez, “Hey Gloomy! How you doing? Been socializing? No? Just sitting at your lap-top, gorging on political porno, listening to Don Ho? Man, that’s boring! I’m thinking you could use a full course meal. Get off the salad routine. East some good red meat for a change. I love meat! Man, could I use a dead rat dinner about now!”

I’m about done.

I found a title for this blog post.

Now I gotta get out of here before Don Ho drives me crazy!