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90th BIRTHDAY REPORT TO WHITE TEXANS 20100603:

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Today a family friend celebrates the title event, so I take this
occasion to make the briefest report on a scout of half a century:

At random*, let's call the venerable dude "Xavier" or, for short, the
obvious "X". X's an established member of the State's ASP**
professional class aka "bourgeoisie" aka "the country club set", long
ago my own original home milieu. Speaking of which latter location,
our family manse was on the same block in Fort Worth as X's still is.
This story begins with my mama, the late sparkling Margaret Terry
Harris Womack, who was quite pleasantly proud of her papa Brantly, a
lawyer who died in office as Mayor of my native Galveston Island in
the time of FDR, whom he supported. In the spirit of the family
tradition, ma strongly & gently taught me that the essence of lawful
procedure consisted in hearing all (usually both) sides of a case
before making a judgment.

Bearing in mind this fundamental doctrine, about 1960 I began
seriously to question the Roman Catholic religion to which ma had
converted our nuclear family away from the Episcopalians and, earlier
on, Baptists (grandpa was a preacher) on both sides. Ma had bought
into Rome because family stability was her main goal and she was
shocked & alarmed at the permissiveness for divorce among Protestants.
Her strategy worked, Pappy (his actual nickname among his peers, from
being the youngest in his war-time class at the U.T. medical school in
Galveston) died in loyal marriage harness in 1968 at the age of
48.

By that time both she & he had already treacherously disinherited me
for my well-publicized, active support for the just cause of the
Vietnamese brilliantly led by Ho Chi Minh against Lyndon Johnson's
criminal aggression, which murdered millions of victims in Indochina.

It had happened that, from first overthrowing the ancient intellectual
tyranny of my Jesuit teachers & the Vatican behind them, the momentum
of my rebellion carried me on further to challenge the official
American version of the cold war against Communism. In this
development I was greatly aided by the guidance of my roommate at the
University of Texas, Ross Gandy, who was ten years older than me and
still is. Ross earned his PhD in philosophy, whereas I took my B.A.
therein. Having traveled the world, Ross smoothly opened my eyes to
strange names such as those of Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Stalin, Arthur
Koestler, Isaac Deutscher and many others. From there 'twas but a
short step to the writings of Chairman Mao Zedong. In 1964 I sent a
check for $10.00 to Beijing for four leather-bound volumes; at the
time this was officially an illegal act in the U.S. but the
authorities ignored the infraction. U.S. academe shortly expelled Ross
for having too strong an influence on his students for genuinely
"critical thinking". Having taught and raised his Mexican family there
for the last four decades, Ross is now the senior professor of
sociology and international relations at UNAM*** in Mexico City, "the
largest university in the world".

As often narrated before, I have dined at the tables of the mighty,
namely David Rockefeller (twice at the top of the WTC) and Dean Rusk,
to list only the top two. Under the patronage of the late Professor
Marshall Shulman, I was an International Fellow and Fellow of the
Russian Institute at Columbia University. The history of the cold war
was my special subject of study. When I told the Chairman of the
Political Science Department that we needed a course on this topic, he
answered by inviting me to create one. After I cheerfully accepted his
offer, he added that I should recruit a faculty member as my partner
therefor, so that the school could give academic credit to the other
graduate students participating.

Academics, faculty as well as grad students, typically bear strong
resemblance to flocked sheep, except that the bleating of the latter
collection of mammals has at least novelty value for most of us city
folk. Professor Zbigniew Brzezinski was a sharply articulate,
aggressive exception to this general pattern of learned docility, so
the two of us rather hit it off personally, despite our being on the
opposite sides of the war fence. So I invited Zbig to join the seminar
as my partner and he accepted. Among our guest speakers were Tommy
Thompson, a former influential US ambassador to the USSR, and Earl
Browder, the head of the Communist Party of the USA from 1936 to 1944.
I borrowed a friend's
VW bug to pick up Browder from Princeton. On the drive into Manhattan,
Earl annoyed my young revolutionary self by singing the praise of Wall
Street banker-politician Herbert Lehman.

Since those days Polish Zbig has made a career in US academe and
politics second only that of Henry Kissinger, King of the Jews. I saw
that the posture of an aggressive war criminal led to career success
in US university life, whereas an honest & profound teacher was
expeditiously expelled therefrom. So I decided save my own
intellectual freedom by hitting the streets, where I have been ever
since, driving buses, taxis and trains off & on for four decades until
retiring on a very modest SS pension.

Having been to jail a number of times in two countries and having kept
my hands clean of the river of innocent blood shed by the US empire, I
have been (touch wood) able to relate in a friendly fashion to people
of other nationalities who have been the victims of the Pentagon or of
Israel. Such multiform contacts indeed have been a great blessing in
my life. Around 1976, to give one example, both the Mexican and the
black union locals of the International Longshoremen's Association
(ILA) on Galveston Island invited me to work casual with them, which
was hella help to a poor young white man. Except you slid into one of
those rare Texas union slots, you were standing in water in your
cowboy boots while jack hammering up against the roof of a small
tunnel for about $3 per hour or suchlike shitwork. Most of my
employment history has been as an operator for San Francisco MUNI
(#4), which was then the largest black-run organization in the US.
That square gig lasted until October of 1993 when in self defence I
had to shoot a DEA goon (formerly "rock roller") named Dallas Johnson
who was sent to break up the founding of the Freedom League, my
consequently aborted project with the late famous author, exotic
botanist & showman Terence McKenna.

To jump in today almost, yesterday (Wednesday) I had my weekly two
games of _go_ (#5) with my teacher, a comparatively young man of only
83 years. This afternoon he put me from H3 to H4, i.e, by winning two
games straight he forces me to take a larger handicap next week, as
has happened often before. Unlike chess, the game of surrounding has a
comfortable handicapping procedure which allows interesting contests
between players of widely different ranks. The rules so simple that a
beginner can learn to play a legal game within fifteen minutes. To
learn how to win against skilled opponents, of course, that's another
matter. The basic concept of the game = converting abstract space,
defined by a grid of 19 lines square, into personal territory. She or
he who takes at least one point more thereof than her opponent thereby
triumphs.

To return to world politics, earlier this morning I played a game on-
line against an opponent in Japan, "yamagara" 1-dan, who had beaten me
in all of our four previous encounters. Finally I won one. The
archival game record is linked as #5. e).

Pausing on my way out of the on-line venue "KGS", I noticed the chat
panel discussion copied as #6.) The reader can see for herself the
reaction of the nameless KGS administrator aka censor aka cyber-thug.
The record known to virtually all KGS-ers shows that the admins there
are highly allergic only to _honest_ politics, as sharply
distinguished from "politics as usual". Therefore they bring down the
hammer even on a link to a song offsite, given in the context of an
existing discussion of poetry.

The particular reason for this common KGS abusive action against me
lies in the ideology & propaganda reflexes of JAPE culture, where that
acronym (as my old readers already well know) stands for the "Jewish-
American Planetary Empire". Over the last century and a half the Jews
have assassinated Presidents Abraham Lincoln, William McKinley and
John Kennedy, as well as dozens of other notables such as Huey Long,
Malcolm X, MLK, Bobby & Diana as well as 34 sailors of the USS LIBERTY
and millions of ordinary victims, mostly Muslim.
The sniping of Jack in Dealey Plaza on 22 November 1963 constituted a
Jewish coup d'etat under the direction of Bernard Baruch and David Ben
Gurion. Thirty-eight years later, King Kissinger and Aerial Shaboom
formed a similar partnership to stage the 9/11 stunt as I have
discussed on-line in detail beginning on that same fateful day (#7).

As the reader can see from the links given, last year I wrote "Dawn
Over Gaza" or the DOG Song in response to the Jews' notorious massacre
of >1400 helpless prisoners, including >300 children. The latest
Jewish rampage, this one
taking place on Memorial Day (USA) on the high seas of the
Mediterranean serves to underline the message of the DOG lyrics for
all upright Earthlings.

KGS suffers from the same systematic Jewish infestation as do all the
other traditional social power points of JAPE's realm. De mentality
exhibited by the wee nameless censors of this strategic game venue all
part of the same poisonous pudding with Fox News, your deservedly
dying daily newspaper and the rest of OPS aka the Official Propaganda
System.

So this my birthday present to Xavier calls to his attention the grave
realities of the greater world outside the country club and outside
the magic bubble of JAPE's intellectual vacuum.
In the last two decades alone USrael has murdered something on the
order of 10 million victims, mainly in the occupied countries of Iraq
and Afghanistan. The Washington Regime's wars against these countries
have been a total fraud from the very beginning in 1990. I am bound to
report to you these facts because of my life-long, highly-trained
attention to world politics. My word's as good as gold and you can put
it to the test, do you dare to face the truth about what faces our
human race today.

You can, to take another example, ask my younger brother Brantly, well
known to you, how he stands WRT the propositions which I have so
briefly suggested here. As between Brzezinski and me, Brantly has
pursued an in-between career path which has brought him very rich
material rewards at a level somewhat beneath that of Kissinger & Zbig.
The Establishment aka the Washington Regime constantly flies him all
over the world. He even has his own WIKI entry: "Brantly Womack is a
distinguished politics professor at the University of Virginia." See
also (#8).

I put it to you that in public debate on these topics I can eat
Brantly, Obomber, O'Reilly, Limbaugh, Tom Friedman or you-name-him
like so many sardines from a tin. How do I know? Because I've been
preaching the word on the Usenet for more than 15 years now and the
only response which Kissinger's minions have been able to sustain =
murder threats and mere shrieking, the latest sorry example of which
is given in (#9).

Demonstrations in favor of justice and in defense of the grievously
oppressed are where one goes to meet the best sort of folks in town.
That's kind of obvious, right?
Murderers, their accomplices and their passive on-lookers would
scarcely qualify for such an honorable title, right again? After
returning from the demo Monday, my evening meal had an especially
agreeable flavor. Such a recipe's to be highly recommended for all
those who are serious about enjoying their food. Also their sleep.

So Xavier, knowing how your eyes have gone dim with age, I can only
wonder how much of this message your helpful reader will find it
worthwhile to pass on to you.

BTW about the title of this article, I would also address my proto-
report to the black women who actually raised me but they probably
have already got the gist of it, you know what I mean?

By way of an inspiring living example, who better could I name than
General Vo Nguyen Giap of Vietnam, who (dog willing) will turn 99 this
coming August 25?

Please be assured that I will give the most careful attention to any
reply which you may wish to make to these few points.

I give you my best wishes for your health and happiness together with
my regards to your honorable wife.

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* Seriously random = http://www.random.org/  as given
also in "My Hot Lynx" (#4), appened as usual at the bottom of this
post.

** The vulgar "W" being redundant, right? 'Twould make national
historical sense if this letter originally stood for "Whig".

*** http://www.unam.mx/

#4.) Now http://www.sfmta.com/cms/home/sfmta.php

#5.) a) http://www.sfgoclub.com/sfgoclub/Welcome.html
b) http://www.usgo.org/index.html
c) http://www.pandanet.co.jp/English/
d) http://www.gokgs.com/
e) http://www.gokgs.com/gameArchives.jsp?user=womack

The Chinese invented the game about four thousand years ago & call it
"_wei chi_", meaning "surrounding chess". The Koreans, who per capita
are the strongest of the three home countries, call it "_baduk_". For
our English language I have suggested adopting the quasineologism
"turff".
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#6.)
English Game Room chat panel, 20100603 @ 03:04 hrs:

{beerslayer: yes on the run from fun
wanchan: one does not merely write bad poetry and expect to survive to
see the sunrise
beerslayer: that was not poetry
beerslayer: that was doggerel
somefell0w: it was poetry and you didnt even knowitery, or  something
like that
beerslayer: heheh
somefell0w: doggerel.... no pun intended to wanchan
womack: Speaking of sunrise, see my song, "Dawn Over Gaza" ?
http://tinyurl.com/y47zfsm
smokie: anyone know a bit about boids??
somefell0w: are they anything like droids?
smokie: noo
smokie: but if you mix the two together..that would be something
somefell0w: anybody know about the brids and the bees?
dubious: the flowers and the trees?
smokie: what about colubrids??
smokie: not many go loving snake lovers, eh?}
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{[BOOTED sans warning, as per usual @ 03:10 hrs.]
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#7.)
My brag, "Fustest with the mostest":

    http://tinyurl.com/y243tdr

Newsgroups: talk.politics.mideast, soc.culture.usa, nyc.politics,
talk.politics.misc, tx.politics, soc.culture.china, soc.culture.india,
soc.culture.russia
From: <wom...@sfo.com>
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 19:48:38 GMT
Local: Tues, Sep 11 2001 12:48 pm
Subject: "R" Is For Ram: NY-DCR -- _Cui Bono_ ?

[snip text]

Follow-up:

From: womack - view profile
Date: Sat, Oct 20 2001 12:55 pm
Groups: talk.politics.mideast, talk.politics.misc,
soc.culture.african.american, soc.culture.usa, soc.culture.palestine,
alt.politics.greens, alt.politics.bush , alt.politics.radical-left

PSST, PASS THE WORD:
THE JEWS DID IT !

By Hal Womack 3-dan

The first words that will occur to my favorite kind of reader in
response to the above title are the interrogatives: "which, what"?
[snip]
................................................
{Your search - "PSST, PASS THE WORD: THE JEWS DID IT" - did not match
any documents.} Google Groups Page
this date @ 06:17 hrs PDT.

From obvious motives, Google cryptocensors directed by the Jewish
founders Sergey M. Brin &
Lawrence E. Page have deleted the original Usenet record of this
important post.  Even so, I may still be able eventually to retrieve
it by other means.
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#8.)
Genesis 25:29-34 (King James Version)

 29And Jacob sod pottage: and Esau came from the field, and he was
faint:

 30And Esau said to Jacob, Feed me, I pray thee, with that same red
pottage; for I am faint: therefore was his name called Edom.

 31And Jacob said, Sell me this day thy birthright.

 32And Esau said, Behold, I am at the point to die: and what profit
shall this birthright do to me?

 33And Jacob said, Swear to me this day; and he sware unto him: and he
sold his birthright unto Jacob.

 34Then Jacob gave Esau bread and pottage of lentiles; and he did eat
and drink, and rose up, and went his way: thus Esau despised his
birthright.

    http://tinyurl.com/2ekc44x
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#9.)
http://tinyurl.com/2btsxc6

Newsgroups: ba.broadcast, alt.california, la.general, alt.politics,
alt.fan.rush-limbaugh
From: Hal Womack 3-dan <hal.wom...@gmail.com>
Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2010 13:31:06 -0700 (PDT)
Local: Tues, Jun 1 2010 1:31 pm
Subject: Demo Today (6/1) In San Francisco & Many Other Locales As
Well

UPSIDE OF MEMORIAL DAY MASSACRE OF THE TIGER: SLAYING THE JEWISH DEMON