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Marty Scorsese (I know him, so he lets me call him Marty (?)) is a great director and a gentile. But he is, after all, from Jew York Shitty, he did go to NYU film school and he is part of the Hebrew-wood entertainment industry, so at least some of that Jewishness has rubbed off on him. But still, his films don’t have a “kosher” flavor about them. He’s not trying to be another Woody Allen or Steven Spielberg.

Tim McGreen had done it.

He had gotten into a hot tub with the nude Oxford University Women’s Rugby Team without having an erection. And he did not even take the pills that Antagonistes had given him. He had used the meditation techniques of Roy Masters to conquer his life-long problem.

The nude women were chatting among themselves, so they did not notice him with his fingertips together, feeling the psychic energy going through his fingers and up his arms, as Masters taught. And he watched his thoughts; watched them flit through his mind, without judgment or comment. One recurring thought was this: he thought of the shame he experienced when he had his first erection in front of his mother.

He was sixteen, and, thinking he was alone, came out of the shower to walk down the hall to his bedroom. It was embarassing beyond belief, seeing his mother’s face and watching her drop her cigarette, as she looked with horror at his erect penis, swaying from side to side as he walked down the hall. That could be the reason for the spontaneous 24-hour erections he was experiencing at this season in his life, he thought.

“Why do you have your fingers together like that?” a perky co-ed asked him. “Are you praying?”

“Well, not exactly,” Tim said. “It is a form of meditation I do to get over certain psychological stumbling blocks in my life.”

“I wish I could get over smoking,” she said, “It really does not go with being into rugby.”

“I can show you the Roy Master’s technique!” Tim said. “But first I must take you back to when you tried your first cigarette. Do you have one handy?”

“Yeah, over on the bench,” she said, as she nimbly hopped out of the hot-tub. He naked flesh steamed in the cold Oxford night. Mystical stars, millions of miles away, reflected on her soft but muscular flesh.

“Let me get a towel,” said Tim. He deliberately stalled before putting the towel around him so everyone could see that he was flacid. It was a great triumph, to not have an erection. But nobody gave him a second thought.

“Now,” said Tim, “light the cigarette, and think of the very first time you smoked one. Take a puff.”

“Okay,” she said, exhaling the smoke into the cold night air. “Now what?”

“How do you feel?” said Tim. “Nauseous?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Well, you should feel sick,” said Tim.

She started to laugh, her naked flesh softly jiggling. Then she started laughing so hard that she dropped her cigarette.

“What’s wrong?” said Tim.

“Well, I think that you find this more exciting than I do!” she said, looking at Tim’s groin.

To his horror, Tim looked down and saw that he had an erection, jutting up through the white towel.

“Oh, my god; oh my god; oh my god!” Tim shouted.

“Hey, it’s natural! I take it as a compliment!” she said, blowing smoke in his face.

NASA is a ZOG agitprop division. We never went to the Moon. Hell, no man has even gone into space. All the photos have been doctored, as has most space exploration. The truth is the bottomless pit of NASA funds has been used from the beginning to fund Israel and certain Wall Street concerns. “Astronauts” like Armstrong etc. have been given massive payouts for their silence, on the understanding that if they ever spilled anything to the press, they would “disappear”, together with their extended families.

You think this is funny, McGreen. Just look at the dude who sucked GrObama’s dick. He’s dead now. Allegedly an accident. The bitch who supposedly witnessed the Chimp-in-Charge’s birth. Dead. Another dude who sold the Magic Mulatto meth. Run over by a truck.

Open your eyes, McGreen!

The artist who did the Mosaic of Bush Senior At Baghdad’s Rashid Hotel was conveniently killed in a bombing. The Mosaic was placed at the entrance of the hotel forcing all the journalists and statesmen to walk on the face of Bush senior. Too F**king cool. LOL ! The text on the floor reads Bush is criminal. I believe the artist was female. She did a good job, but the tyrants had her killed. US troops dug out the mosaic illustrating the malignant rage of Federal vanity.

Very artistic writing, Ant. I wish the real world were really that way, so innocent and intellignet. But I am afraid most people are like Topleka and McGreen. Most people cannot handle nudity because they are ashamed of their bodies (McGreen). That is also why they fornicate (Topleka).

“If you feel soggy and depressed, lift weight. Tim, if you are ashamed of your body, lift weights and make yourself proub (sic). You are the universe because the universe is what you percieve (sic).”

That’s actually good advice, Thom. Too bad your comment was made out of malice and not in a spirit of comradery. But you’re not here to make friends, only to cause trouble and act stupid.

Martin Scorcese made Goodfellas and The Departed among other good movies. He also is a coproducer of Boardwalk Empire which I enjoy (except when the niggers are on the screen).

So I’m guilty of liking adult themed movies with salty language.

However I had a feeling that the main character is a jew. I’ll see it when it comes to my library.

Well, Thom, maybe if you leave, then I will, too?

We have brought creativity and ingenious ways of looking at things to this website, and all we get is scorn and infantile whinings about how we are driving people away.

It has always been thus. The dunderheads always are jealous of those with panther-like minds.

It seems like they would value our contributions. We are on the same team. Why don’t they value our contributions?

No, Ant. Yu tell me.

No . . . you tell me.

No. You tell me.

No, Tim won’t tell us.