My publisher, Jesus Loves Books, has sent me this cover proof for my approval. In my humble opinion it is fantastic. This is the book that will assure my place in literary history. Korean Spicy is the true story of my 1976 adventures in Korea where I met my lovely Suu Ni (who was 14-years old at the time) and became involved in an International Conspiracy involving the CIA, North Korean Intelligence, and the gays. Readers may recall my short story "Escape from the She-Devil of San Francisco" which was an excerpt from chapter one. The Illuminati has tried to keep me silent for years, but I'm blowing the lid off. This book is going to win the Noble Prize.

Investigation of ISM Virus going well. Have found damning evidence in Playboy Magazine (big surprise there) and Boy's Life. So-called gentlemen's magazines are the source for evidence of the Anti-Male, Anti-American Conspiracy (AMAAC). Have placed new file cabinet on layaway at K-Mart.



Meanwhile, Cecilia is grounded from the television. I caught her watching Laverne & Shirley, the most heinous and despicable NWO propaganda since I Dream of Jeannie (that impostor Sidney Sheldon was involved at the highest levels, having written such episodes as "My Double-Crossing Master" and "The Greatest Con Artist In the World").



I don't know if you skeptics realize this -- it's so obvious no brainwash victim would -- so I'll just lay it out for you.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Sclemeel, schlemazel, hasenfeffer incorporated.

We're gonna do it!



Give us any chance, we'll take it.

Give us any rule, we'll break it.

We're gonna make our dreams come true.

Doin' it our way.



Nothin's gonna turn us back now,

Straight ahead and on the track now.

We're gonna make our dreams come true,

Doin' it our way.



There is nothing we won't try,

Never heard the word impossible.

This time there's no stopping us.

We're gonna do it.



On your mark, get set, and go now,

Got a dream and we just know now,

We're gonna make our dream come true.

And we'll do it our way, yes our way.

Make all our dreams come true,

And do it our way, yes our way,

Make all our dreams come true

For me and you.

There it is in black-and-white: the Ziono-Feminist call to arms. That's no Report from Iron Mountain, mind you. The devils were so bold as to air it at the start of each episode. Even today it chills me to the bone....Who are these sclemeels and schlemazel's? I'll tell you who if your damned skeptic brain can handle it: Lenny and Squiggy, straw men for NWO slander of the male race. My ex-wife constantly referred to me as "Squiggy" and no doubt countless other good Christian men suffered same indignity.



Laverne & Shirley is propaganda for young women to live alone, hate men, and subvert the American patriarchy. That vile program aired incessently during my mental collapse of 1974-1976. It was shortly after the horrid "Laverne & Shirley with the Fonz" broadcast that I fled to Korea and met my lovely Suu Ni, or I might have really lost it. (Thank God I held my half-nelson on sanity.) Then they released a cartoon version of the series in 1982, and now I catch Cecilia watching reruns on cable and it stirred up such emotion I had to spend the whole night drinking holy water, reciting scripture.



There was a brief period of comfort in the 1980s, until Murphy Brown came along. Unless there's a Constitutional Ammendment that allows Bush to stay in office, I fear the only hope for this country will be a Dan Quayle ticket in 2008. Those other politicians are all cowards!

As I've stated before, many times, that she-devil my ex-wife pressured me into allowing Kevin to attend public school, and look what it did to him. I wish I had been there for him between the ages of 10 and 27, because the NWO did a number on him bigtime.



Kevin came back from that hellstorm in the Kuwaiti desert with a head full of nonsense and an insatiable drinking habit. He joined the Marine Corps with the best of intentions -- he wanted to be like his father. What he didn't know was the NWO tested secret vaccines on him -- vaccines that turn the recipient into an alcoholic deadbeat. It's a damn shame what the Illuminati does to our children.



Well, a concerned reader -- I assume he's a reader because he has a deep understanding of Nazism and the monkey conspiracy -- relayed a disturbing message to me on this website's comment board forum. He quoted the scripture Genesis 22:2 (no need to quote here as I'm sure you are all aware of the spiritual significance and content of that scripture), which leads me to believe divine presence guided said reader's reasoning comprehension, although he is clearly a disturbed individual with psychiatric problems. This is very complicated, very difficult to explain to those who lack strong grounding in faith. My friend Sidney Sheldon even had a hard time comprehending this.



It's all clear to me. One must understand that mind control waves come in wavelength patterns, that there are patterns in Playboy Magazine, and that God's True Patriot can comprehend those patterns. That's so obvious even a mule skinner could understand. But what if I told you that those patterns, acting on your brain as you flip through your "gentleman's" magazine, behave exactly as direct electromagnetic microwave brain control waves???



Our satanic mind-controllors are clever. Dangerously clever. They could hide a wavelength hypnosis pattern in the bumps on the highway, and in the minute deviations of what you or I (normal people) assume is just a defective sewing machine; but that sewing machine (Suu Ni bought the damnable contraption at an Episcopalian church sale of all places) is really a secret message transmission device. The patterns are everywhere -- as common as the flu virus.



That is why Kevin behaves so strangely. That is the virus. The very same virus which infects our national airwaves, exposing millions to depraved disease-ridden thought implants. Communism, homosexualism, zionism, feminism, secular humanism, multi-culturalism...in a word terror-ism. The Gulf War veterans were injected with an (we were led to believe) dead ISM virus, an embodiment of the very unholy thought virii that have been infecting our culture since the invention of the television.



Maybe not all of them were so afflicted as my ex-wife's son, but the virus is nonetheless present in their blood and I intend to prove it. I have sent letters to Art Bell, Jeff Rense, U.S. Senate candidate Robert Lorge, and the American Red Cross. I'm going to get to the bottom of this, and there will come a reckoning.

Kevin has pulled one of his "pranks" again. This time he replaced my holy water with vodka, and you can imagine how embarassing it was when that vile liquid burned my throat and I spit a cloud of alcohol-mist in the face of my good friend Sidney Sheldon. Kevin, seeing this, said in a deadpan sarcastic fashion, "What's the matter, Dad, have you turned into a vampire?"



HA HA very funny. I showed him, though. I had some business in Edgerton anyhow, so I took the vodka to Saint Joseph Catholic Church and had the priest there bless it. I returned home at 1800 hours in possession of the world's first 100 proof holy water, which I consumed in full presence of Kevin with some sardines and cream cheese, a dish my mother often prepared for herself and others in the convalescent home, with my friend Sidney Sheldon. The whole while I taunted Kevin, saying, "This holy water sure does pack a kick!" and then Sidney said, "They don't make holy water like they used to!"



This is what medical experts call "reverse psychology." You see, by pretending to enjoy vodka I am discouraging Kevin from ever pulling that stunt again. I tried to explain that to Sunny, but she would hear none of it. She started berating me the moment she came home and found us in that drunken stupor, physically beating me in quick succession. That Korean tongue of hers has never been so furious, nor that tempest of a woman so violent.



Now I admit it was foolish of me, but at the time I was desperate and thought she would forgive me if she only believed the Illuminati had tricked me into doing it. She didn't believe that, though my friend Sidney Sheldon (I feel like I'm repeating myself here, but it is important you realize this was not the famous Sidney Sheldon who instructed Skull & Bones members at Yale and plants hidden messages in Hollywood screenplays -- I'm talking about my friend who has had his work stolen by that heinous fraud for decades)....Now where was I? My friend thought I was really being honest when I said that about the Illuminati, and went into a panic.



Sidney bolted out of his chair, knocking the kitchen table over in the process. His movements were drunkenly clumsy, although he had only consumed half the vodka I had. (Not half the bottle, I mean one-quarter of the bottle -- roughly half as much as I had drunk.)



Well, one thing led to another and we ended up on the floor in a tangled mess of limbs and clothing, Suu Ni beating me with her fists, and Sidney Sheldon crying and wailing about mind control. Kevin laughing like a fool. (I suspect the vodka in my holy water was but a small portion of a larger amount, which Kevin himself drank, but I lack hard evidence).



Then Park Choy came home from work, dropping her purse and screaming in horror at the sight of us.

Received first "review" of God's True Patriot weblog, if you can call it that. Will link to it here, but I warn you there is profanity on that website. It is not suitable for children. The smut-peddler slash critic had this to say on my personal messageboard:

I have not reviewed your site, because based on your request I get the impression that you did not understand what I meant when I said that I did not review content. I review site design exclusively. Therefore, your request that I review your writing will not be honored. There is an explanation on the site if you are interested. Check the archive link and look for "God's True Patriot" to see it if it isn't on the main page.


F***in' Ugly

No design??? This poor sap can't see the clouds! Now, I do admit my "design" skills are limited. I'm just not very good at woman's work. My girl Cecilia recently created her own online diary and even she is better at making things prettier than I am. Cecilia is a talented girl, and I think there's a good chance she may become an even more famous author than I am.


It's just a real shame, a travesty, that the foul hordes of Satan lack good taste in addition to lacking basic moral values. It's all laid out clearly in Deuteronomy 22:5:

The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment: for all that do so are an abomination unto the Lord thy God!

To understand the scriptures properly, one must have a high degree of historical knowledge, which I have. One must know that in ancient times both men and women wore long flowing robes. The key difference between the two was that women's robes were prettier. Therefore, pretty things pertaineth unto women, which is why my website is not pretty.


I explained this to my good friend Sidney Sheldon and things became heated. He said that men should not wear kimonos, and women should not wear pants. He's a good Christian patriot, but sometimes I think my friend has a screw loose. The Lord has no problem with women wearing pants, so long as they don't wear them in the household. The key to understanding this scripture is that it refers to ornamental display which is intended to indicate gender role.


In this way, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy is extremely sinful and men's hotpants are more sinful than kimonos. I was wearing a kimono at the time, and so I can understand the man's confusion, but this smut-peddler critic has no such excuse. He had no way of knowing that I even own a kimono!