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So I feel, Jan Fonda is mostly remembered for her activist movements during the ’60s on Vietnam, and her love for the Vietcong, vs. the indifference to the dying American soldiers during the Vietnam War. She, Jane Fonda, like Jean Penn, found it [after soul-searching] productive to go and sympathize with the enemy, and run back home to their safe America and make their millions, she should had stayed over there, like Penn, the two cowards.

Again I must say, Jane was the spot light a year ago or so, with her movie “Monster-in-Law,” (and her recently published book), I wouldn’t see one of her movies, should they give me free theater tickets, or Sean Penn’s for that matter. Zebra strips can’t be wipe off so easily. Anyhow, Jane was known to us soldiers back then, in Vietnam as Hanoi Jane and I know she apologized to the Vietnam Veterans prior to writing her book for it is in the book; Hollywood style, you know, with the showmanship and all, smirk and all, and all that crap.

She now proclaims to be a “Feminist Christian,” not sure what that exactly is (never heard of one), a new creature of some kind I would guess; something perhaps her and Shirley MacLean, devised. I mean, there is no such creature as a Feminist Christian, in the Christian faith, she would have to have started that up as a movement. Never has been. What that really means is she’s a humanist and not a follower of Jesus Christ per se. Hence, she is part of the circle that believes she can buy her way into heaven under her own terms. I do not think the gates of heaven will bow to her new religion, it is a little stricter than that, nor is this Hollywood. I think she’s better off with her Hollywood party lifestyle than trying to fool the masses: she’s like a snake that sheds their sick: “Hanoi Jane!” You can fool some of the people some of the time, but not all, all of the time.

Jane, Shirley, Sean Penn, Susan and Robinson, all silly little bears from Hollywood. Humanism is that last box of the end time doctrine and feminism is the last block to be placed in the box. So the only thing Hanoi Jane tells me is that we may be pretty close to end time events. Please don’t insult Christendom with your new form of Christology.

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I’ve read about half his books, I’ve yet to understand his popularity, and I’m sure what I have to say has been said before, but it is simply my opinion, or view of a great writer of the past, and so I will leave it with that, and on with my dumfounded-ness on why is he so renowned. He started writing ‘Requiem for a Nun,’ in l933, and it was if not his last book close to it when he died. It took I’d say, a long time to finish it, and it was his worse book by most peoples opinions who have read him well.

Like myself, I see in a lot of the books I’ve read of his, he is a certain character within the book. This is not unusual; I find this a lot with Mary Renault also, well, at least with most of her books you can place her and her girlfriend in them. She switched over the Greek for obvious reasons, being a lesbian; it was easier for her to tolerate I think. She was a marvelous writer to say the least. But back to Faulkner; he was a Horney man if anything, he was going with three women at the same time: Meta, Joan and Else.

He liked all the cities I liked, London, Paris and New York City. So he liked to travel, and was in the Military, and a pilot. I do think he’d had liked to be healthier, but it was a set back in life for him I think.

Incidentally, I think he was Quentin Compson, Thomas Sutpen, Joe Christmas, Gavin Stevens in his books, and perhaps he was one of the Snopes; I hope I spelled all the names right, I sent my Faulkner books to Lima, Peru. All this is fine, but what made him so special, I’ll never really know, but I have read his letters, and this and that (always asking for money in them); and I just can’t figure it out.

I do believe his Great grand-father, in the Military, Colonel Clark, was kind of his hero, a paternal hero, as my grand-father was who brought me up, so we have some things in common. I think he had a relationship with a black slave girl, and thus, William always knew this, to the point of reinforcing it in his writings, as if he was himself having the gene inside of him. He implies this number of times in his books of course, to reinforce the already known alleged, position.

I know he changed his name from Falkner, to Faulkner also, but sure why, yet he did and that is that I suppose. He thought college was a waist of time, and went for a very short period of time, he wanted to live and write, and whore around I think; and do what I did best or 20-years: drink, drink, and drink more. That is perhaps why he got Alzheimer’s disease syndrome in later years; or so it has been said somewhere along my many articles I’ve read in the past ten-years on him.

Now her are my statements on why I’m so puzzled: He lied unto himself, making himself what he was not, into what he wanted to become and achieved it, this was quite a feat. I mean, it took 20-years for people to learn how to read this guy, I’m still learning, after ten. He is not by any means easy to read. Literarily, he was off balance in “Fable”, he could never pull it together. And again, “Requiem” I find lacking in readability. And in “Intruder” his speeches are like sermons, boring. But he made it; got the Nobel Prize, I think it was in l951.

Here was a man whom transcended his dreams making them reality; reality, he really did.

Amazingly, Faulkner, like most of us was shaped by his entrainment, of the Deep South. He identified with the southern patrician, and he clung to it in his books, making his own world you might say. He lied about his past, to create an image for himself of the present; no easy conquest. Like me, and many writers, he had to stand still in able to write, like D.H. Lawrence, and Yeats. My lovely Peruvian wife is kind, in allowing that for me; I mean, she is in bed now, and it is 2:28 AM, and I am writing this. She would prefer me to be in bed with her, but like Faulkner, the world for me needs to stand still to write, and right now it is. Goodnight!

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Mr. Castro: “So long…and good luck”

Today the world was told Fidel Castro has terminal cancer. I don’t wish anyone bad luck not even him, and you can’t get much worse luck than that, but I think the old dictator has had his share of good luck these past 45-years (plus), with the whores he brings through the backdoors of his palace, as I was told by the many folks who watched his palace when I was in Havana, watched them come and go (horde his money also). Perhaps they are liars, but it would seem they got no more to lose than gain by telling me a fib. Alas, he will not be returning back to power I would guess that may be a relief for the country he has put under his heal. In addition, he has won a few victories; he can talk about in the hereafter.

This 80-year old crony of the out of date Leninism, or Communism, will now have to face his maker: it often bewilders me, what then? I mean, you cause havoc for 40-years, and everyone thinks they are headed towards the pearly gates, only to look stray-eyed into the lions mouth of death, and join the rest of the dictators like him, in the worm chambers of Hell. Perhaps he thinks he will be pardoned like the man on the cross at the last minute: nothing new, most of us feel that way. Something tells me this will not happen, the heart has to tell the soul, something more than ‘pretty please.’ I will grieve for him and his kind, but perhaps not too long. The world has seen too many of his kind in my day; I hope Cuba can find someone saner to be ruled by. I shall say a prayer on that. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wish him hell; I just can’t see who else would take him in; he can’t be the head honcho in Heaven, and perchance he might make corporal in Hell, and where else is there? Perhaps the silent grave would be better, and a death wishes for him. But I shall say my goodbyes early, so I don’t have to write anymore on him. It would be nice if he opened some doors for his people he slammed them on, in those 45-years he ruled with an iron hand; before he hits the road, but that would be too much to ask for. So long Mr. Castro, and good luck. [11/12/2006]

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