Again, I expect to be murdered. It is that I tell truth.
Nothing but truth and consequences.
Marc is not gay, but he wishes he had been,
Reid
As I was when Marc and I met in the late 1980s.
In 1990 I am thirty six years old. My back is about to get blown out in...August.
Life will change abruptly with a total rupture of that disk.
Marc? I am now explaining myself. I still love you. The pain, though, was not endurable.
Drugs were the only recourse, other than suicide. I am not a suicide, Marc. Nor you.
I was a pretty cute scoop of ice cream. I had, perhaps, four hundred guys in my laps over time.
I never had Marc, but he knew he was welcome. Marc, as you agree, there is nothing unnatural
about male attraction for one another. It was built into me by "God" or nature. No-one ever molested
nor influenced child-reid. The fears we have of sex are planted by societal pressures. I learned
long ago, at fourteen, that preference is not a choice. What is a choice, Marc, is how we deport
ourselves...how much truth we are willing to share with the world. Marc? I am the truth.
Tortured, then beaten to die by G. Linares of MPD, Marc, I did not die.
I will die for you Marc if I might save your soul.
Reid
http://www.oldwireroadchurch.com/matthew-1034-37.php
[SIZE= 18px]http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450506_Drew_Pearson[/SIZE]
=1826 Code Vivant= R_Reid_Welch
Would April, May and June much mind
1 If One Day loved brother August?
2
The Suitor, posed, not punctuating
3
Measured starts toward ends
4
Each sister would propose, although
5 He was not what they would see in him.
6
15 Mar 10
=The "day" is myself, the suitor,
and my lover is the sisters' brother, August.
And I am the son of the Sun, Marc. Et tu?
Apollo Flaying Marsyas - Ribera Jusepe De Ribiera
PS, Marc? If it turns out that you are gay after all?
Well, sorry, guy, but I am super booked up with Piggy 'Posito for the foreseeable....
Reid,
son of Judge
(see the newspaper clipping up above?)
______________________________
9:20 PM EST, message of heavy import left with voicemail of Sarnoff aide, Will Placencia.
Duplicate message delivered to FBI Miami. Female agent, "Hello, FBI Miami..."
This is Reid Welch. I want restitution immediately. Please work something out with Sarnoff,
see message #321 at the Cycling Forums thread, page 22. I am tired of your ****ing me around.
Act now or I will see you crushed like Sarnoff is about to be crushed by reality.
(((click!)))
You vile cowards....
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]____________________[/COLOR]
Julian Kreeger? It now becomes a federal case.
The FBI has refused, from day two, to look at my case claim.
They have constantly brushed me off, "We see no reason to investigate."
However, on "day one" , the first Agent[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)] I spoke to, said "[/COLOR]Of course, if you were beaten by a cop, we will protect you.[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]"[/COLOR]
THEN I TOLD THEM OF MY EXPOSURE OF THEIR AGENCY'S FOUNDER[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)], and that, was that...no more "help".[/COLOR]
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/63099/
J Edgar Hoover Embedded Forever
Nothing but truth and consequences.
Marc is not gay, but he wishes he had been,
Reid
As I was when Marc and I met in the late 1980s.
In 1990 I am thirty six years old. My back is about to get blown out in...August.
Life will change abruptly with a total rupture of that disk.
Marc? I am now explaining myself. I still love you. The pain, though, was not endurable.
Drugs were the only recourse, other than suicide. I am not a suicide, Marc. Nor you.
I was a pretty cute scoop of ice cream. I had, perhaps, four hundred guys in my laps over time.
I never had Marc, but he knew he was welcome. Marc, as you agree, there is nothing unnatural
about male attraction for one another. It was built into me by "God" or nature. No-one ever molested
nor influenced child-reid. The fears we have of sex are planted by societal pressures. I learned
long ago, at fourteen, that preference is not a choice. What is a choice, Marc, is how we deport
ourselves...how much truth we are willing to share with the world. Marc? I am the truth.
Tortured, then beaten to die by G. Linares of MPD, Marc, I did not die.
I will die for you Marc if I might save your soul.
Reid
http://www.oldwireroadchurch.com/matthew-1034-37.php
[SIZE= 18px]http://www.archive.org/details/WWII_News_19450506_Drew_Pearson[/SIZE]
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/61993/Reviewer: Logical -- August 24, 2007
Subject: Appreciated here
What serendipity: you present here a broadcast that aired on the very day that my paternal grandfather died (May 6th, 1945).
Coincidence: PB Welch was born the same year as ******, died suddenly one week after ******.
Coincidence: Pearson was my paternal grandmother's first cousin.
That makes him my first cousin twice removed.
I've never heard a Pearson broadcast before, so this is a treat. But it touches me to know that
he's speaking at the same time that my grandfather
had just died.
Their elder son of two sons, my uncle Paul, was in Europe at that moment. Letters did not get to Paul jr.
As late as the first week of July, '45, Paul wrote to his folks back home, "Mom, Dad, I'm coming home in August! I can hardly wait. It'll be so great to see you all again."
(He didn't know his dad was dead)
FIFTY NINE YEARS later, a call came to me from the current owners of that home that PB built,
"Reid, we had workmen here last month. They removed a faulty plaster section in the master bathroom. Something fell to the floor from the attic crawl space above."
Paul Welch Jr. had returned home from France in August.
He lived at home for year or so, taking care of his widowed mother (Pearson's cousin). Paul came home with the usual war booty souvenirs: a Lugar pistol, maps, etc.
How that Nazi SS knife ended on the floor of the bathroom, almost fifty nine years after Paul had hidden it? Why did Paul bury the dagger into the vermiculite up there?
I can guess, because I knew my grandmother's personality. She'd had enough horror. I just bet that Fern saw that dagger and demanded to son Paul,
"NOT in my house. No, you get rid of that dreadful thing right now."
And I posit that Paul put the dagger into that hiding place then and there,and forgot about it.
Paul died about the year 2000.
On May 6th, 2004, Beryl Fournier rang my home phone:
"...Reid, we think you should have it to give to your Uncle Paul."
"He's dead now."
"Well, then it should be with you. Can you come over?"
I visited my boyhood home again for the first time in decades. I came home with this thing I'll show you in the next form.
And so I close this posting, it was no review.
But, instead, another incredible confluence of dates, chance, history, kindness and rememberance
of the dead, of those (Pearson, our country's men, women, the people of the world who died in the struggle, the Allied nation's sacrifices;
for me, it all boils down to kinship with a symbolic knife that somehow has come to my possession,
I know not why, I am not at all spiritual.
I accept wonderful confluences of chance for what they are: rare mediums reinforcing a message.
The knife Fern Wolfe Welch would not have in her home:
http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/9244/screenshot214lk3.jpg
=1826 Code Vivant= R_Reid_Welch
Would April, May and June much mind
1 If One Day loved brother August?
2
The Suitor, posed, not punctuating
3
Measured starts toward ends
4
Each sister would propose, although
5 He was not what they would see in him.
6
15 Mar 10
=The "day" is myself, the suitor,
and my lover is the sisters' brother, August.
And I am the son of the Sun, Marc. Et tu?
Apollo Flaying Marsyas - Ribera Jusepe De Ribiera
PS, Marc? If it turns out that you are gay after all?
Well, sorry, guy, but I am super booked up with Piggy 'Posito for the foreseeable....
Reid,
son of Judge
(see the newspaper clipping up above?)
______________________________
9:20 PM EST, message of heavy import left with voicemail of Sarnoff aide, Will Placencia.
Duplicate message delivered to FBI Miami. Female agent, "Hello, FBI Miami..."
This is Reid Welch. I want restitution immediately. Please work something out with Sarnoff,
see message #321 at the Cycling Forums thread, page 22. I am tired of your ****ing me around.
Act now or I will see you crushed like Sarnoff is about to be crushed by reality.
(((click!)))
You vile cowards....
[COLOR= rgb(255, 0, 0)]____________________[/COLOR]
Julian Kreeger? It now becomes a federal case.
The FBI has refused, from day two, to look at my case claim.
They have constantly brushed me off, "We see no reason to investigate."
However, on "day one" , the first Agent[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)] I spoke to, said "[/COLOR]Of course, if you were beaten by a cop, we will protect you.[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)]"[/COLOR]
THEN I TOLD THEM OF MY EXPOSURE OF THEIR AGENCY'S FOUNDER[COLOR= rgb(0, 0, 205)], and that, was that...no more "help".[/COLOR]
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/63099/
J Edgar Hoover Embedded Forever