the secret diaries of nadin

[Traveshamockery]

I had to somewhat alter the main story-line, though, some days ago.

I'd always thought nadin's husband was a Navy officer, because one time she referred to him as "the submarine commander."

Apparently that was just a term of endearment, and her husband's a retired Navy enlisted man.

And so I had to abruptly without notice change his character.

A nice, undemanding, modest guy now, he seems; the salt of the earth.

I was beginning to wonder why there were so many typos and such because franksolich never makes those types of mistakes.  Then I realized, it's nadin-speak. 

[Chris_]

What?  Nadin only has a high school education?  The way she speaks about herself, one would think she's been a professional student.  Otherwise, her use of grammar and poor spelling indicates she barely made it out of the 6th grade. 

There's a photograph someone linked to of a person taking a picture of some toy dragon or some other fantasy-game crap.  The person behind the camera looked like Meatloaf on a bad day.

I think I'd volunteer for sub duty if I had to come home to that every day.

[JakeStyle]

What?  Nadin only has a high school education?  The way she speaks about herself, one would think she's been a professional student.  Otherwise, her use of grammar and poor spelling indicates she barely made it out of the 6th grade.  

She claims to have an MA in history from SDSU, he is a retired QMC.

[franksolich]

She claims to have an MA in history from SDSU, he is a retired QMC.

I've seen that too.

It sounds plausible, but one wonders when nadin had the time to go to college.

Also, a question for the furtherance of the diaries.

There's lots I know who were in the U.S. Navy who married women from south of the border, women from the Rio Grande to Tierra del Fuego.

Of course, part of this is because Nebraska has a shortage of women.

Is this common elsewhere, sailors bringing home southern brides?

[JakeStyle]

I've seen that too.

It sounds plausible, but one wonders when nadin had the time to go to college.

Also, a question for the furtherance of the diaries.

There's lots I know who were in the U.S. Navy who married women from south of the border, women from the Rio Grande to Tierra del Fuego.

Of course, part of this is because Nebraska has a shortage of women.

Is this common elsewhere, sailors bringing home southern brides?

 There were a lot of stories about Marines and sailors getting "convenience" marriages in order to collect housing allowances that would allow them to move off base/ship, and it seems like most of them involved women from south of the border or local Filipinos, but that was back in the '80s and '90s, and I never encountered it firsthand.  The rules have tightened up considerably in the last 10 years and TJ is no longer a popular liberty destination for service members, in fact I think it is officially off limits.  

 

[franksolich]

27 September 2011.  Dear Diary:  Hubby’s been gone for three and a half days now, but at least his paycheck still gets put into our joint account.  I’ve heard a rumor he’s been poking the rich slut kpete over on the other side of San Diego, and that she’s feeding him and keeping his clothes clean.

Oh, well.

With gifts such that I, Nadina, possess, one has to sacrifice.

But it gets lonely, not being poked for almost a year now.

I’ve hired a locally famous sculptor, to make a bust of I, Nadina.

Life sized, and it’s going out in front.  Bronze, and then gold-plated.

I haven’t yet decided if just the head, or the head and shoulders, or from the top to mid riff, or a full body statue.  The sculptor suggested a crown of thorns, but I said no, a tiara, with a string of multi colored Xmas tree lights at the points, to be plugged in at night.

Stymied in my efforts to deep-google that jerk franksolich, I went back to those face book pages where he’s a member but he never says any thing.  Other members quote him and talk about him, but he’s always behind the curtain, talking with them through private messages.

I wonder if he’s like that in real life, Diary—behind a curtain, but such a “presence” he might as well be on center stage.

One of the face book pages has 27 members, and they’re all cousins and children of cousins.  They use avatars of their colleges.  There’s 26 using Penn State blue, and 1 using Nebraska red. Nebraska red doesn’t say any thing, but he’s cat-called and booed by all the Penn State blues, and apparently he gives as good as he gets.

I’ll have to look that up some time, Diary, to find out what this Penn State-Nebraska thingy is.

There’s a lot of politics in it; the Pennsylvania cousins being reich-wing conservatives first, Republicans second, and the ass hole franksolich being Republican first, and reich-wing conservative second.

There’s a cousin-in-law, a colonel in the army at the Pentagon, and the two of them don’t get along.  He’s the father of nine kids, seven boys and two girls at the end, and the two of them get along on stupid Dan Quayle “family values” and super stitious catholicism, but there’s something else there; they just don’t like each other’s politics, which is nearly all they talk with each other.

His wife, the creep’s cousin, must have been busy; nine kids in eleven years.  But she still has her Nancy Reagan figure.  And at 50, looks twenty years younger than she is.  Sigh.

(It’s a very blond family, this face book family; out of the 27 members, she and franksolich are the only ones with brown hair.)

The colonel thinks franksolich is a retard, while franksolich thinks the colonel is ethnically inferior, being Polish.  They get really mean to each other.

[vesta111]

Frank, I am waiting to see what Na din has to say when she going through You Tube finds her husband has come out as gay, could anyone blame him ??????

[franksolich]

28 September 2011.  Dear Diary:  Oh, Dear Diary, I’m so excited!

I’m so very excited, Dear Diary!

The girl friend, when she was here, saw the studio portrait of I, Nadina, holding two stone tablets, and told me my life would make a Hollywood epic.

“I, Nadina.”

After she left, I called the fab movie director, Michael Moore, to see if I could get him in on it.

I couldn’t find Michael Moore’s telephone number, but I did reach his idea man, and explained the details—or rather, Dear Diary, I reached the idea man’s secretary, and she jotted down my ideas, and promised she’d pass them on to her boss, and said it sounded good enough her boss would probably pass them on to the studly Michael Moore.

I asked her to get them to Michael Moore tonight if possible; it’s a hot idea, Diary.

Imagine, Dear Diary!—Barbra Streisand in the lead role of “I, Nadina”!

And a cast of thousands!

I’ll bet no body’s made a movie of that rich bitch kpete’s life.

[GOBUCKS]

"I, nadina" sounds like one of the characters in "The Help".

[franksolich]

"I, nadina" sounds like one of the characters in "The Help".

I'm thinking of a phenomenon I used to see on the television screen when I was in college.

I have no idea who she was, or is.

It was a blonde woman preacher of some sect, with the "I AM" motto.

She was based in Hawaii.

She wasn't too bad-looking, but it was eerie, watching her eyes.

[franksolich]

Okay, so I remembered who it is, or was, that nadin reminds me.

Take yourself back to the very late 1970s, very early 1980s.  One's in college, and as usual out drinking or at home getting stoned. 

This was before the proliferation of cable television and 24/7/365 television; when many regional stations near the wee hours of the morning carried "infomercials" and other paid programs.

Oftentimes I'd come home late at night, finding all the other roommates passed out or dead stoned, sitting in the living room, the television still on.  I'd decide to have a beer or two or three myself, or the last remains of a roach.  But as everybody else was out of it, I'd sit there.  As the effects of the alcohol or dope filtered in, I'd look at the television screen.

About this time, there'd be a half-hour show emanating from Hawaii (wikipedia says California, but I'm damned sure it was Hawaii), with some woman standing behind a lectern, talking.  I had no idea what she was saying, but her eyes were very gripping.....and eerie.  One couldn't get away from looking at her eyes.

Elizabeth Clare Prophet.

I couldn't find an exact image of her as I remember her, but perhaps the three photographs below might jog some other memories.

This is exactly who nadin reminds me of.

[franksolich]

Well, nadin seems to have petered out, and with that, the inspiration for "the secret diaries of nadin."

But if she starts haranguing the primitives on Skins's island again, time to re-open the diary for new entries.

I'm hoping her silence--she's been around Skins's island here and there, now and then, but not much--means she's finally doing something important with her life, giving hubby home-cooked warm meals, keeping the place clean, washing his clothes, making him happy in the sack.

You know, each individual is born with a Destiny, and the talents to fulfill that Destiny.

We of course all know nadin's Destiny and talents don't lie in history and prophecy; she's an abysmal flop at those sorts of things.  She's more than a flop in those things; she's a laughingstock.

nadin's destiny is, obviously, to be an affectionate and loving hausfrau, to serve her husband, and one sincerely hopes nadin's accepted that.

[vesta111]

YES<YES< YES Frank, I just had a problem thinking of her now.

She had a sect in the midwest I believe that lived in under ground bunkers.   The group allowed someone to come in and photograph these bunker homes.    No bad, actually better homes then some Apartment I have lived in.   Kind of reminded me of the Opal miners in Australia that live below, some very fancy homes.

I do remember a photo of her on a lectern with paintings and photos of all the big time Prophets, most from Moses to Mary Baker Eddy, old Joe Smith and Baha'ullah.   Amazing, I do wonder what she taught.


Now I was mesmerized by the Pastor IKE-------Get your pie NOW, why wait to get it in the sky???

Life is odd who was the so called Prophet in the 1930's that disappeared into the desert, caused a uproar until she came walking out of the sand with her corset and petty coats clean and white to tell her story of being kidnapped ????????

I Your Prophet need a new car, please send me money to buy it.     

I watched the Evangelical problems for comedy relief,  then watched as the biggest Evangelicals were outted as Sex Hounds, the Bakers, Swagget, and the one big time dude that claimed Jesus came to him on a horse or some thing really bazaar.

The way things are going, if a Honest to God Prophet came to us, we would ignore them as we get burned so often.

[GOBUCKS]

Speaking of nadin's difficulty in locating Nebraska, it seems the jug-eared Kenyan's inner circle has similar problems. I'm sure in their muslim world they can identify Tunisia, and Algeria, and Bahrain, and Qatar on a map, but all them pesky USA flyover states run together:

http://whitehouse.blogs.cnn.com/2011/09/27/oops-white-house-fails-basic-geography-test/

[franksolich]

YES<YES< YES Frank, I just had a problem thinking of her now.

I do remember a photo of her on a lectern with paintings and photos of all the big time Prophets, most from Moses to Mary Baker Eddy, old Joe Smith and Baha'ullah.

Uh huh.  That was her; at least that's the way I remember seeing her on television.

But despite what wikipedia alleges, I definitely remember she was based in Hawaii, not California, at least at the time.

Life is odd who was the so called Prophet in the 1930's that disappeared into the desert, caused a uproar until she came walking out of the sand with her corset and petty coats clean and white to tell her story of being kidnapped ????????

Amy Semple McPherson, and during the 1920s.

I was originally thinking of nadin as Amy, but photographic samples of Amy show she was absent that zombie-like stare in her eyes.

[franksolich]

2 October 2011.  Dear Diary:  Hubby is being no help at all.

He came back the other day from that rich bitch kpete’s Streisandian manor on the other side of San Diego, to pick up some more of his clothes.  He got all bended out of shape when he found I’d jammed them into big boxes and was getting ready to donate them to Goodwill.

Dear Diary, I have no time to bother with that man any more; I’ve got more important things to do.

He didn’t like the gold-plated full-sized bronze statue of I, Nadin, outside near the front door, and liked even less the stacks of framed photographs of I, Nadin, piled up in the living room because there’s no more space on the walls to hang them.

He said those should go to Goodwill, at least the frames are good.

And then hubby suggested we go out to eat, to “have a talk.”  I told him I couldn’t; I had to stay here because the famous hunk Michael Moore, the movie director, might call at any time, and I needed to be around when the telephone rang.  He’s going to do a Holly wood epic on the life of I, Nadin, I reminded him.

Hubby laughed, and I didn’t like it, Dear Diary.

I haven’t told him yet, Diary, that I’ve asked for contracts to lease out the San Diego Chargers foot ball stadium in November, so as to inau gurate the new church, the Everlasting Triumphant Church of I, Nadin, the Mentor of God.

But no point in telling him that, because I still have access to our joint bank accounts.

The silly foot ball team is put out that I need their stadium for the same day there’s a game here, but never mind.  They’ll just have to find some where else to play that weekend.

[franksolich]

3 October 2011.  Dear Diary: Damn the San Diego Chargers…..or hubby…...or Michael Moore, who still hasn’t returned my telephone calls about doing a Holly wood epic on the life of I, Nadin..

The foot ball team doesn’t want to rent out their stadium in November for the start up of the Everlasting Triumphant Church of I, Nadin, the Mentor of God.

Well, they will, Diary, but at a cost of more than what hubby has in the bank.

Hubby never loved me, Diary; if he had, there’d be far more money in the bank.

I asked the General Man ager of the foot ball team if I could at least rent out half time, for a show, but he didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it.  I thought my request for a half hour of speaking time, and having the band and cheer leaders march in formation forming “I, Nadin” on the field, was reason able.

I’ve been reading that face book page of the despicable franksolich, the one with his Pennsyl vania cousins.

It’s pretty boring, Diary, all these middle aged fundie folk with their plastic children, and these silly argue ments about Penn State and Nebraska foot ball, but every so often there’s a good photo graph.

There’s one of the creep and his younger brother, from about 1978, taken at a funeral.  They both look like preppie boys from a New England academy.  His younger brother looks like a handsome Polish lad, with that smile, that face, that straw blond hair, that friendly demeanor.

But franksolich looks like a villain out of Dickens, with that dark hair, sharp features, too white skin, and his contemptuous glare.

Brrrr.....

[franksolich]

9 October 2011.  Dear Diary: I was mad the other day, but now I’m even mad der.

I called Michael Moore’s secretary today, and she says she’s never heard of me, I, Nadin.

And then I called the San Diego Chargers, to see if I could rent an advertise ment on their electronic bill board, and they said they’re “full up,” no more space avail able.

And the San Diego padres base ball team tells me they have no open places for advertise ments until one of their games in February. 

I don’t know what I’m going to do, Dear Diary, to get word out about the Church Everlasting and Triumphant of I, Nadin, the Mentor of God.

If a tree falls in a forest and nobody hears it, it doesn’t make any sound, and no body notices it.

Hubby was pleasant when he came over last night; he looks very healthy and whole some and says that kpete rubs him just right.

But oh, Diary, I haven’t had any my self since last December…..

It’s unfair, Diary; even franksolich is always getting it.  I wonder what he has that I, Nadin, don’t have.

[Traveshamockery]

 

[md11hydmec]

  

[franksolich]

10 October 2011.  Dear Diary: I am truly vexed.  There seems to be nothing avail able for the opening of the Church Triumphant and Everlasting of I, Nadin, the Mentor of God.

Well, there is; I checked into the Queen Mary on the docks here in San Diego, but it’s not big enough.

To add insult to injury, Dear Diary, a man came to me and offered to rent a place he has on a strip mall in Poway.

Poway’s got nothing but a Target store; who goes to Poway?

And be sides, I didn’t like the neighbor hood.  It’s run down and there’s a tattoo parlor on one side, and a naughty book store on the other side.

I also checked out the San Diego zoo, and was ready to rent it when I learned the Henry Doorly Zoo in Omaha, Nebraska is actually the largest and best zoo in the world—so the zoologists say—and I, Nadin, must have the largest and the best.  But I don’t know where Omaha is.

One good thing happened today, Diary.  The engraver came here and we agreed on the design for a 22-carrot gold medallion of I, Nadin.  It’s to be the size of a half dollar and a required purchase for members of the Church Everlasting and Triumphant of I, Nadin, the Mentor of God.

There was an argue ment, however.  On the front, we agreed there would be a profile of I, Nadin.

It was the back that caused the problem.  I wanted another profile of I, Nadin, on the back, but the engraver says I should have something different there, on the back.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

In between times, Diary, I keep checking up on that creep franksolich.  It’s very strange, Diary, that he seems to know more about fine china and silver than men usually do.  I haven’t got any where yet on this, but I’m checking to see if he’s queer.

[franksolich]

11 October 2011.  Dear Diary:  This is getting to be too much work.  I decided I’m going to hire an agent, to promote I, Nadin.

Agents charge 10 per cent of what one reaps, but maybe I can persuade one to become a member of the Church Everlasting and Triumphant of I, Nadin, the Mentor of God, and do publicity as part of his tithe.

But it’ll have to be an agent who has an in side with Michael Moore, who hasn’t returned any of my telephone calls; an agent who has Michael Moore’s ear.

I’ve scourred google, hoping to find franksolich is queer, so as to destroy the creep who’s trying to destroy the reputation of I, Nadin.  Think of what a coop that would be, Dear Diary, if I could announce that to every one on democraticunderground.

But Dear Diary, I’m vexed to tears.  His knowledge of fine china and silver, a feminine pre occupation, seems to be an anomalie, nothing more.  Based on what’s said about him on face book pages, franksolich is Arrow shirt straight, even studly although modest, and even embarased when it’s pointed out.

The only thing I ever found was that Atman from democraticunderground’s expressed the desire, several times, to insert his member into franksolich, but that describes Atman, not franksolich.

I wish I could find some dirt on franksolich, Diary.

[franksolich]

13 October 2011.  Dear Diary: I am faced with nothing but obstacles, nothing but barriers, nothing but non-cooperation, in fulfilling my Destiney, Dear Diary.

Yes terday I interviewed an agent from Hollywood, a descendant of the Selznicks.  He has a cirrucla viter miles long, represented many names.  He was adamant how ever about demanding 15% of the take, and to add insult to injury, he said he could spend only ten hours a week publicizing and promoting I, Nadin.

I reminded him that I, Nadin, the Mentor of God, deserved nothing less than 100% of his time and talents, 24/7/365, and because of the importance of my Destiney, he could reap more than 15% in Redemption and Salvation, than in mere money.

Money, a bag a tail, a mere trite little thing, money.

Selznick isn’t buying it.  I’ll have to work on him some more.

I’m getting frustrated with the Great Satan, too, Dear Diary, the creep franksolich who’s doing all he can to stand in my way of Imortality.  I’ve looked and looked and looked, and can’t find any dirt on him.

It’s true, Diary, he’s not perfect, and has a few quirks, a few peckadildos, in his past, but nothing, really, that even if exagerated is black mail-worthy.

[seahorse513]

Of all the nerve she has, trying to find something to blackmail the Franksolitch..

Has she no pride?????

[Chris_]

"The Great Satan"