Let's not forget all the threats on your life, too, frank. Including that James Dean guy (I think that's his name...he liked baseball I think and lived in So. Cal.) who never could figure out what side he was on. I guess you're still waiting for Will Pitt's trust fund lawsuit? It's probably a good thing he never went through with it given this lousy Obama economy. I bet that trust fund's dwindling rapidly.
I don't recall the James Dean primitive, but of course there was so much going on that lots of stuff eluded me.
I was just the "rodeo clown," meant to distract the primitives while there were others much more intelligent, much more wise, much more thorough, working on checking things out. And the primitives fell for it hook, line, and sinker, thinking franksolich was the brains of the outfit.
You of course remember that was when the DUmmie ALERT!s on the
DUmmie FUnnies got started. Because I tend to be a lone wolf, and not a team member, while everybody else was working in unison, franksolich was out somewhere wandering to the tune of a different drummer. I'm sure some of those DUmmie ALERT!s caught the other members of Scamdy off guard, by surprise.
However, there were no ill feelings because of these unanticipated findings; it was always as if I was a member of a football team on a part of the field I wasn't supposed to be, or expected to be, and successfully intercepted many primitive passes or scored many touchdowns for decent and civilized people; feats that couldn't have been done if I were where I was supposed to be, doing what I was supposed to be doing.
The tip-off that something "big" was to come, was whenever on the
DUmmie FUnnies, I casually commented, as if only a trivial detail, that I had to run to town to get some cigarettes.....and then during my absence, the primitives got rocked again.
The bad thing was--and it probably delayed figuring out what was going on--was that many people--the general public, members of the
DUmmie FUnnies, decent and civilized people, and even primitives--assuming that I was the "brains" of the outfit, passed on information to me, some of them even via my super-secret real e-mail address or the U.S. mails.
There was so much information, mountains and mountains of information.
As a result, I got "information overload;" it was just too too much, and all I could do was sit there in paralytic inaction.
Much of this stuff was passed on to the people doing the real work in Scamdy, but not all of it. As everyone involved was overworked, I tried to "evaluate" the information before bothering anybody else with it, but I made some wrong calls. I was after all not an attorney or banker or financier or real-estate agent, and so had no idea what was "good" stuff and what was useless stuff.
In retrospect, I guess I should have just passed all this stuff on, all of it, every bit of it, to a former employer of the late red round one, who
WAS NOT involved in Scamdy in any way whatsoever, who had
NOTHING to do with Scamdy, but who has a deserved reputation for knowing things legal and banking and finance and real-estate, and is known in fact to be bright, sharp, perceptive, and principled.
I should have just passed on these mountains of information to this person, letting this person separate the wheat from the chaff, after which I would pass on the wheat to other members of Scamdy.
And thus the Scamdal would have been exposed much earlier.
But alas, I didn't do that. One learns.
