The Human Nature Channel No. 4 The Twitter Vids. 2 Minutes And 20 Seconds With Alex. Kavanaugh. #RedPillBill

Welcome to the human nature channel.  I’m you’re host Alex Tamsula and what am I doing 

here?  What I’m doing is another 2 minutes and 20 seconds with Alex, this time some 

thoughts on The Judge Kavanaugh hearings and The MeToo Movement.

The street protesters tell us all victims of sexual assault need to be believed.  Well I have a problem with the word ‘believed’.  I not sure I know what it means in this context.  If I’m law enforcement and a woman came to me with an account of sexual assault, I would take her seriously, I might even say, “I believe you.”  But when it comes to the process of an investigation, or of a prosecutor building a case and winning it at trial, belief

has little to do with it.  It’s about the evidence. 

The word ‘believed’ sounds like a leap of faith.  If I were a cop, the first question I’d ask is: “Was alcohol involved?”  If the answer is ‘yes’ I’d be thinking, I’ve got my work cut-out for me.

Let’s consider how the MeToo moment got its start.  It wasn’t about girls being sexually assaulted on college campuses.  It was about powerful men in the entertainment and the broadcast industries accused of pressuring women for sex, with the implied threat that her career is at risk if she didn’t put out.  Then there’s Cosby, which sounds like one step up from necrophilia, but it’s still the same case with women afraid of reporting him.  MeToo was about powerful men behaving like stinking aristocrats.  How do we get from that to what Judge Kavanaugh was accused of?  

Risky behavior.  If I say Carson Street and you live in Pittsburgh, you’ll know what I’m talking about.  Lots of bars, crowds of people drinking every weekend.  A few years

back there was a South Side rapist who preyed upon women

that had been drinking on Carson Street, and this criminal was probably shrewd enough to realize that a woman who had been totally plotzed will have a tougher time IDing an assailant.

Memory can be notoriously unreliable under the best of circumstance.  Prosecuting attorneys will tell you that.  If a woman has been sexually assaulted after binge drinking, it makes the justice system’s job that much harder to do.  

I sent Sen. Joe Manchin, he of the brave vote, this Tweet.  ‘After the Kavanaugh-Ford testimonies, nobody is saying let’s have a conversation about underage drinking and binge drinking on college campuses. It’s at the root of this confirmation mess.  How about you?’

I’ll also send The Senator this video.  I’m that kind of guy.  Later.

The Human Nature Channel No. 3 Asia Argento #RedPillBill

Hey.  Welcome to the human nature channel.  I’m your host Alex Tamsula and … what am I doing here?

Well what I’m doing here today is putting in my two cents in about the Asia Argento affair.  Old news before it gets too old I know, I mentioned to my friend The Human Encyclopedia I was thinking about doing a video on Asia and her troubles and he winced at the idea.  What can I say.  I dig muscular chicks.

The applecart upsetting twist in the MeToo saga is the news that actress Asia Argento, the second high-profile accuser along with Rose McGowan alleging Harvey Weinstein sexually

assaulted them, was herself accused of being a sexual predator by the actor Jimmy Bennet, a young man Asia allegedly dallied with some years ago when he was 17, one hash mark below the age of consent in the State of California where these two were. 

Mr. Bennet had worked as a child and teenage actor, someone who had worked with Asia in the past, and who’s most noteworthy role to date being an adolescent James T. Kirk in the Star Trek reboot.

According to one story I read, as Mr. Bennet became an adult he started hearing ‘You’re not what we’re looking for’ a lot more, finding the transitioning from young adult actor to adult actor running none to smoothly. 

So one day he decided that if Asia was a victim, hey he must be one too.  Here we have a selfie of Mr. Bennet looking extremely traumatized, with Asia snoozing next to him presumably after being ridden hard and put away wet.  A matter of a requested settlement by Mr. Bennet’s attorney of 380,000 dollars along with the willingness of Asia’s boyfriend the late Anthony Bourdain to pay this guy off grabbed my attention in a peculiar way.

I’m reminded of the brilliant opening to Raymond Chandler’s brilliant first novel, The Big Sleep, which introduced the world to the hardboiled private detective Philip Marlowe.  Marlowe has an appointment with Gen. Sternwood at The Sternwood mansion to talk about the blackmailing of Sternwood’s nympho daughter Carmine.  Sternwood asks Marlowe his conclusion after hearing the particulars and Marlowe says, “I’d pay,” because “It’s a question of a little money against a lot of annoyance.”

There is the annoyance factor.  Did Asia make an error in judgment in not throwing this kid in a car and driving to a state were age of consent was lower?  If by error in judgement you mean what comes back to bit you on the ass real hard, I suppose.  380,000 dollars is a pair of stainless-steel dentures.

I bring up the Marlowe/Chandler reference to point out something nobody else has as far as I can tell.  I’m sure I’ll hear about it if I’m wrong but … there is a noir quality to all this.

An Italian actress from a movie making family swept up in a Hollywood sex scandal that brings down a mogul while some small fry engineers a pay-day.  Denials are issued, photos dispute them.  Money changes hands.  The boyfriend dies.  This has all the makings of a hardboiled detective novel, or a Giallo if you’re Italian, and fairly or unfairly Asia is cast in the role of the most spellbinding femme fatale I’ve ever seen.  I don’t think Asia herself is evil but I think dark forces do swirl around her.

So let’s put this story through the filter of unabstracted human nature and see what comes out the other end shall we?

Woo woo.

Nothin’ shakin on shakedown street …

Sitting in Pittsburgh as I shoot this video, I want to say we have a soft spot in our hearts for the Argento family.  We fans of George Romero think you guys are okay.  Daddy Dario worked with George on Dawn of The Dead and Two Evil Eyes.  And for the record I loved Phenomena with Jennifer Connelly.  Dario let that meat rot for two weeks just so he had enough flies for one scene?

Top that Werner Herzog.   

If you want to argue this point … feel free to leave a flaming bag of dog poop on my door step and ring the doorbell in the comments section below.  I want you to. 

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I Ate My Dad's Spaghetti.

Just about every Friday my father and I go to an Italian Restaurant for lunch.  We've been eating there for years.  The food is always been very good and the waitresses are really sexy.  The only problem I have with the place is the sexy waitresses never wait on my Dad and me.  We get the happy married-lady waitress who rushes over to our table because she’s happy to see us.  "What'll it be this time?" she says.  

As she's taking our order I'm usually rocking back and forth in my seat, trying to get a glance at the great tits on the one waitress, the mighty ass on the other.  Now there is nothing wrong with the happy married-lady waitress.  She's very nice to us and the service is grand but please, can't we get one of the sexy waitresses with the cleavage and the low-rider jeans and the pierced bellybutton just once?

Well around one PM on Friday my Dad and I arrived at the Italian Restaurant like we usually do.  We went in and went over to where we usually sit.  We waited a few minutes like always but this time instead of happy married-lady waitress we get this stunning brunette with dark eyes.  She had a beautiful face with dimples, big breasts under a red tee shirt and tight blue jeans around hips for childbirth.  Now we're talking.  You used to see girls like her in old issues of Penthouse back in the 80s, instant ache in the nether regions type of girl.  Things were looking up.

She said, "May I take your order?"

"I'll have the manicotti," I said.

"I'll have the spaghetti with meat sauce," said Dad.

The delight in my eye at finally having a sexy waitress must have thrown her.  She forgot what I asked for.  Ten minutes later she comes back to our table with two plates of spaghetti on her tray.

She put one plate infront of Dad, one plate infront of me, then placed the check on the table.

"Excuse me," I said to her.  "But I ordered the manicotti."

"Oh," she said.  "I'm terribly sorry.  Here let me take that and go back to the kitchen and I'll have them make it for you."

"No, that's okay," I said to her.  "I'm in a hurry to get back to Pittsburgh and I'll just have this."

"Are you sure?  It won't take long."

"No," I said.  "This is fine.  And the sexy waitress turned and walked away.

"She must be in training," said Dad.

I'm thinking, I blew her mind.  I grabbed the grated cheese and after dousing the spaghetti with enough Parmesan to suit my taste, I grabbed my fork and starting eating.  And to my surprise the stuff was tasty.  I chowed it down, thoroughly enjoying every mouthful.  Before I knew it I was finished.  I looked at Dad's plate and saw he was only half done.

"Hey I know she made a mistake," I said.  "But I got to admit that spaghetti was good eating.  How's yours?"

"Bland," said Dad.  "I don't like it at all."

"Really?" I said.  I reached down and picked-up the check.  I looked it over and saw we were being charged for one spaghetti with meat sauce and one without.  "Did you order the spaghetti with meat sauce?"

"Yeah," said Dad.

"I ate your spaghetti."

Did I say I was in a hurry?  On the way back to Pittsburgh I got a speeding ticket.

And people wonder why I'm the way I am.

The White House on line one, Mr. Rose

One evening In 1996 during that Presidential election I was watching Charlie Rose, and his guest was the writer and activist Norman Mailer. By this point Bob Dole and Bill Clinton had sewn up their respective nominations and now it was the march to the Nov. vote. (I think you can still find this interview on YouTube. It's worth checking out for Mailer's take on the Dole and Clinton races, how Dole was like a 'leading man' in the movies whereas Clinton was so much more like 'a star'.)

Anyway, Clinton was ahead in the poles and Charlie asked Norman is there was anyway Bob Dole could pull this out. Mailer said to the effect yeah, but only if Dole went to the mat over Iran Contra and the drug running out of Mena Arkansas. Charlie chimes in with: "Of course that's never been proven." At that moment I knew I was seeing something important transpire but back then I didn't have a word for it. Now I do: GateKeeper! Charlie The GateKeeper wasn't going to let that one about Mena slip by unchallenged. And he couldn't if he didn't want to put this job in jeopardy. "The White House on line one, Mr. Rose." It's funny how people in big corporate media broadcast journalism don't have the luxury of being a delusional paranoid. It's a dead certainty already that 'they're being watched ... '

Obviously Rotten

Maybe it's a fantasy but I'd like to think there will eventually be a 'Truth Singularity'. Alt media folks like Truthstream Media and Corbett keep tossing out the puzzle pieces, and maybe someday that one puzzle piece falls into place so even bought and paid for gatekeeping gumbeaters like Scott Pelley or Charlie Rose can't dispute how obviously rotten the system has become. #Criswell The Psychic (that would be me) had this strange 'dream' back in the summer of 2002 that Dick Cheney sexually assulted the actress Bo Derek (big friend of the Bush family). I'll even quote what I heard ol' heartless Dick said: 'Did you miss me?' Maybe this wasn't their first time. Great Family Values Conservatism there. Even if it happened, 'Bambi' won't admit to it. She doesn't want to end up dead. Makes you wonder who the real terrorist are. 'Truth Singularity.' I got to believe everyday bring us one step closer to it.