Wednesday, January 31, 2018

1970s Jetlag


In a basement of an ancient house in The South Bronx, an old movie reel was found from the 1970s

It included an ominous voice-over for the movie trailer that begins with Coming Soon

BLACK HONKY IN TECHNICOLOR!!!

The movie is about a Nazi scientist stealing DNA from Olympians such as Mohammed Ali and Jesse Owens (who gave Hitler a hissy fit when he beat a Nazi runner who was later made to ‘disappear’ by Nazis for losing to a ‘Negro from America’)

The movie was done in the time of the first X-rated movie called Midnight Cowboy winning an Oscar (much to the horror of President Nixon and Bill Graham.)

I couldn’t believe it.

What The Fudge, I exclaimed in order to get a General Audience Rating from Facebook.

Originally, the film was called BLACK HITLER IN TECHNICOLOR!!!!

The director was a white man named Clarence Williams

African Americans confused him with Clarence Williams III, a black man who played Linc in the early 1970s TV series, The Mod Squad (that featured a white actress named Peggy Lipton who later married an African American music producer. And they lived happily ever after in Motown with Smokey Robinson singing Cruising in the background of a Beverly Hills mansion far, far away from George Jefferson’s high rise apartment in Money Making Manhattan far, far away from J.J shouting DYNAMITE in Good Times.) 

Where was I? Oh yeah. You ever noticed the lack of Puerto Ricans on Star Trek?
WTF happened???

Anyway, I have to warn you of a disturbing graphic scene in BLACK HONKY IN TECHNICOLOR or BHIT: Hitler’s Brain was kept alive and eventually sodomized by his wet dream of The Uber Man (German for Super Man)

Something went wrong, screamed the Nazi Scientist.

Well, duh.

I have to end this review for now because I have to get on Gofundme to raise $$$ to digitally remaster BHIT.


I would to like to show BHIT at an art movie house in Soho before it goes extinct and too late. The End




Thursday, January 25, 2018



 Saint Mary’s Park in The South Bronx was once upon a time the estate of The Founding Father who came up with the three little words We, The People.

 I believe you will write The Great American Novel, said my 6th grade English teacher.

Just write what you know.

I know of playing in abandoned cars and burnt buildings

and crawling inside a television set without a tube.

I know of climbing a mountain in my cowboy hat and silver six shooters.

I know the mysterious beauty of the country

I know songs. I know…

Almost Heaven

West Virginia

Blue Ridge Mountains

Shenandoah Rivers

Life is old here

Older than the trees

Younger than the mountains

Blowing like a breeze

Country Roads

Take me home

To the place I belong

West Virginia

Mountain Momma

Take me home

Country Roads  










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