UncleJew and Auntie Zionist

The JewishZionist Theatre presents...."Uncle Jew and Auntie Zionist"--- On Sat, 2/28/09, Laurel Moss wrote:From: Laurel Moss Subject: Re: Fw: In memoriam ~~ 60 years laterTo: biffyoman@yahoo.comDate: Saturday, February 28, 2009, 2:31 PMnot all jews are zionists, some jews are aunty zionists Dear World Theatre of the Prince of Darkies leading you to th 2nd Coming of Christ CYBER (CyberChrist thru these cybercombs...)...Laurel Moss is the Mother of ALL jews who puts it to you simply with these words, "I cry when I don;t get my way..." ( her words are in a song on my ninth album Bone Again 1996)...The San Francisco singer/songwriter Mark Newstdetter said, "The jews have made sadness famous.." Laurel makes the claim come true and her spiritual "husband" is Arthur Podalsky who produced my first 2 albums back in '68 and '69 and said, "Biff, the reason we can't let the arab in our tent is tomorrow he will be in our bed..." This attempt to "control" the "woman" while she may be out *****ing Ahab the A-Rab shows the vanity and insecurity of the jewish male who doesn;t have a clue about Women's LIB and Laurel's Lib fer goddam show shoah nuff....suffice to say..it gets down to "contracting" and Laurel as the AUNTIE ZIONIST to my Prince of Darkies is here to "protect" the land she "thinks" she "owns" because she "bought" it with "money" and has a piece of "PAPER" that SAYS she OWNS the land..but she feels guilty inside because she knws deep down you can't OWN the land...Laurel made contract once with a WHEEL HASSLE (we'll hastle?????) but broke the contract and wanted her cabin back after a short while when she told WHEEL HASSLE he could have it for a long time...she cried...her son, Aaron the big Adopted Eskimo Indian beat up Wheel Hassle cuz when Mama Jew CRIES Zionist thugs and sympathizers rush to their aid and kill....it went to court...fifty people living in the community attested to Aaron the BIG INDIAN'S "GOOD" character cuz it's a close knit community of rich old jews who defend each others right to cry if they don;t get their way..it's a microcosm of what's happening in the state of Israel and Laurel's penchant for control of the "whirll" reached epic proportions when I asked if I could stay in the cabin a week until new year's 2007..she was in China teaching english...she said yes...but the girl I was with got drunk and started throwing things on xmas eve in O-land and..felt terribly guilty...said she'd drive me up to Laurel's cabin and did...then the floods came...roads washed out to Ukiah,Boonville,Covelo..I began writing and CHRIST or CHRIS who watched the land while Laurel was in China would pass by the cabin each day hanging on to my every note..cuz he. too wanted to get into music and played guitar but mostly just got so carried away with his own 2 chords forgot about "music" and so was boring...no one was scheduled to be in Laurel's cabin unitl Feb. 17 and I had a gig in San Francisco Feb first so set up a radio show for Jan 31 to be broadcat live over KMFB Mendocino......practiced three songs about being marrooned in the north woods during the winter floods and figured the "contract' is between ME AND THE CABIN NOW and the caretaker, Christ or Chris dosn't mind me being there at all.only Laurel the control trip freak who thinks to OWN the world from far off China trying to turn the Great Wall into a GREAT WAILING WALL sent Christ or Chris an e-mail.."I want BIFF out of the cabin now..!" We laughed...or I laughed...and Christ or Chris paused...he didn;t want to alienate Laurel but he did want to listen to and hear music...and maybe grow balls...so the songs were done and recorded and I left and all was/is hunky dory as usual...and the contract between me and the cabin AND THE LAND is/was primary and still is...cus ain;t no bee-itch in China gwine tell DIS niga yada mothuh*****uh.......not with Christ or Chris around who wants so-o-o-o-o- badly to "PLAY"....and it didn;t even cost a penny..it never does....that's the nature of the 2nd coming..it's "sound"....you hear it intuitively.....it strikes Uncle Jew and Auntie Zionst like lightning..they re-act with thunder struck...

The Money of Color

George Carlin never paid any attention to Patti Noland so Patti Noland never liked George Carlin. Same with David Bowie. Bowie NEVER paid any attention to Patti Noland so when he came to America for his "Serious Moonlight Tour" Patti ridiculed him... called it "Serious Moon River." Patti came out to Palestine when George Carlin came to town to play at Durty Nellie's but NOBODY paid any attention to her so she went back to Oak Park. Patti had been coddled from birth because there wasn't enough oxygen in the premature baby's tent so she's blind in the right eye.....it hangs like a grey blob out of her head...almost so in the right eye. She gets a hefty check from the State. This allows her to sit on her Irish **** and demand attention. Also she's really disfigured. Although my love over the years has made her beautiful she has slipped back into ugly.She was eighteen when we met in 1972...backstage at the Quiet Knight where I was headlining. Jim Croce was opening. "Hmmmm," I thought,"that guy's gonna have a name..." He died in a plane crash and wrote "I have a name." Ugly Patti my favorite groupie from the seventies would hang backstage with the stars...she loved Elton and Mickey (Dolenz of the Monkees...Circus Boy)....I fall in love with crippled people..way more back then in my twenties..now at seventy one I feel crippled in the face of all these hotties at Mojo's Coffeehouse where I strudle each morning for dark roast and wait for one of the thinner waitresse to say.."I want to go home with you, Biff, and take off all my clothes and dance for you...do you live inside somewhere?" George Carlin saved the day one night when I was on the Tonight Show and Dick Cavett was subbing for Johnny. "I think pot is a menace to society" said Cavett. George interrupted,"Well booze is a lot more harmful than pot and besides..." and he went off on Cavett and I silently said, "Thank you, George and he heard me..and he hears me......he knew and knows I have "IT"..he always "wanted" "IT"...that spiritual quality that can never be named...Al Livick of Ocala tried to put it into words..."The Christ Consciousness was so thick in the late sixties you could beat it with a stick." George could only "comment" on it and paste on long hair and poke fun.....that's why all his fans are Zombies and pile up "stuff" on Earth that moth and rust doth corrupt....George drove around in a stress limo.....asked me to join him on tour (Oct.'85)....I put the Second Coming in his face in the lobby of a Savannah Hotel...he blanched, blushed..held in the anxiety of knowing "THIS IS ART" THIS disturbs..!!!".He could never deal with it....I gave him the 8th,9th and 10th dirty words...but he played it safe and all the tired old comics were dragged out one more time last night on PBS to pay homage to George who died just in time....and doesn't have to bridge the gap between the white Rocket Scientist parrot George was and the Broadway play I'm writing about the Mothuh*****in'kocksuckin'nigguhz bangin; down the doze and ho's of Western Civility..(Leave it to me) George's wife, Brenda committed suicide (alcohol). He left her for the ***** who laughed at his jokes. a little guy in Palestine called The Little Guy wanted to be a comic and hired George and me. The gig was held Aug.16,1985....The Little Guy's wife,Joan committed suicide shortly thereafter. Rented a motel room...put on her Wedding Gown...drank a bottle of pills ....her body was found by Larry the Fire Chief of Palestine..she left a note..."The Artist knows when the canvas is complete" My billboard on the Sunset Strip (Oct.68) read "Once in a while an artist comes along who should be listened to STRAIGHT THROUGH" Patti Nolands' boyfriend ,John,stacked records on shelve. He whispered to Patti,"I'm gonna get... fired ....Biff's talking too loud in the store." Patti ran quick to me, 'John says you're gonna get him fired for talking too loud in the store." They've been married now twenty years. I have NO sense of "SELF". But when I see my records I have a sense of SHELF. I am a ver-r-r-ry shelfish person. John is a threat to my shelfishness. So when Patti Noland e-mailed me...she wanted to come see me play in Chicago her husband had gone fishing I said "NO." She wanted my phone number...again, "NO!" She was a relic of the past....I am a relic of the future..the Bully Biff in Back to the Furure..the Cuddly Bear Biff in Black to the Past....presently biffing Patti.... "Patti..your husband pulls his head out of your ass to go fishing and you quick come to me for a good time..you're a groupie..I am the Quiet Knight in Shining Armor..the armor is my performance, my piano..my songs and records, theme parks, cable TV shows, websites, youtubes, but not facebook or MySpace because I'm huge and that's only for the SERFS and the BLOOD VASSALS in this Media Evil Kingdom of High Tech Tick Tock Talknology yada....SERFS UP ! I rule with all white males the NET we cast ..ah mean FUH-AST...over ALL T