14 October 2011. Dear Diary: More exasperation today. I talked with a second Holly wood agent, a Maurer, from the family that had the three Stooges a long time ago. He didn’t want 15%, only 12.5%, but with expenses. And he was willing to put only twenty hours a week into promoting I, Nadin, the Mentor of God.
I’m not going to get my due, Diary, unless I fight for it. I, Nadin, and the Church Triumphant and Everlasting of I, Nadin, the Mentor of God, deserve nothing but the best, and the most vigor ous, of some one’s time and energy.
And this quibble about money. What is money, Dear Diary, when compared with fame and glory?
Why do they always want money, when I, Nadin, can give them some thing better than money?
I have to con fess, Dear Diary, that I hacked the Great Satan franksolich’s e-mail, to find some dirt on him so as to destroy him and his reputation.
Only stupid people don’t cheat, and besides, the creep franksolich has said many times that while he obeys the rules, the boundaries, he fully expects “the other side†to cheat, observing no rules, no boundaries.
I dunno how he expects to win without cheating, but since cheating’s okay with him, Diary, I’m cheating.
I went to his most important e-mail account, which he shares with his best friend—he calls him “the senior business partner,†although I’m not sure why—who lives out in the Sand hills. franksolich him self apparently lives on the eastern edge of the Sand hills, but plans to move there late next year.
Most of the messages are about people and their problems with money. Not the problems of those two with money, but the problems of other people, in which those two get involved. It looks as if they’re accountants of some sort, charged with finding the ways people cheat with money.
There isn’t anything interesting in those messages, Diary; accounting’s a bore any way.
There’s personal messages too, and once in a while the two get into argue ments. The other one went through a nasty divorce and is still bitter about it; the creep franksolich keeps telling him to “let it go, move on.†franksolich is in health not so good, and the other one’s always harping on him about that.
Oh my. franksolich's health is a "hot button" issue with him, and asking about it's asking for trouble, as his nephews and Penn sylvania cousins know from face book. But Diary, health isn't a black mailable handle.
The other one became involved in the senatorial campaign of a woman from the Sand hills, and she’s expected to win the republithug primary next year. He wants franksolich to get involved, but while the creep is willing, he has no idea what he can “possibly contribute,†other than stuffing envelopes.
There’s thousands of e-mails between the two, Diary, and they’re all pretty boring.
Dear Diary, I’m des perate to find some dirt on franksolich.
