Apr 24, 2020 Diary entry: Paulie would like to take this time to salute his loyal and faithful readers, his true audience members who are famished beasts with sharp teeth and gleaming fangs which they use to tear and devour the flesh of truth and wisdom, they eat it up blood, hair, guts, and all, none of it goes to waste, this conquering army of Paulie’s is small but tenacious, and we will most certainly take over the world, but the world is full of soft-toothed lollipop suckers whose brains are limp, soft and weak, you sugar babies don’t have the strength to cross the street if they were giving away free suckers, you eat up every form of candy from the candy counter but you won’t eat one goddamned carrot or stalk of celery, you shun anything that is good for you, “Oh Mommy, make the bad man with wisdom go away!”, “I can’t think when he is around”, all we can say here at Diary Headquarters is “Roll over and put the first thing in your mouth and suck on it”; we have threatened, cajoled, and bribed you, but we cannot get you to open your minds to anything real or truthful, it’s like we’re speaking a foreign language, you just don’t get it and you don’t want it, our fine chefs spend hours working over the hot stove to bring you fine meals served with expensive china and silverware set on fresh pressed white linen tablecloths, and you won’t remove the lollipops from your mouths to eat, maybe we need to start serving all you sugar babies animal crackers and juice boxes at the little table in the rec room, just move you on out of the way of the adults whose table conversation involves more than cartoons and fairy tales of your latest exploits in the toy room, anyway, we have still not given you up completely, there is still room in the ranks for anyone who wants to be all they can be, all our soldiers crawled before they marched, and you can march too, alongside other conquering soldiers whose minds are as tough as their calluses, reveille is at 5:00 AM every morning, if you wish to join us, fall out and fall in, we march at dawn…

Apr 23, 2020 Diary entry: Good afternoon everyone, it’s Paulie here, I hope you are all doing well during this latest military psychological operation and not taking it too seriously, remember, they can imprison your body against your will, but they can’t imprison your mind unless you let them, don’t let them, they desperately want your mind, they want to feed on your brain, the rulers of this world, your owners, they own you, but they can’t take your mind, it must be given to them, and I’m afraid many of you have given yourselves away free like you were bites of chicken in front of that one restaurant at the mall, anyway, the subject of mass mind control came up earlier today, you know, the one world mind, the hive mind, the we-are-all-one mind, the we are one world mind, the I-am-you-and-you-are-me mind, the we-are-all-in-this-together mind, the we-are-all-part-of-the-same-organism, that kind of mind crap, everyone here at Diary Headquarters has had something to say on the subject, we will review the transcripts and put together a rudimentary synopsis of the whole thing and give it to you bit by bit in future diary entries, we cannot give it to you all at once or you may bolt, we don’t want to lose anyone because we gave you more information than you can handle, we will feed you slowly and we will burp you gently along the way, we don’t want to feed you information too quickly and have you barf up this nutritious meal on our rug, look, the sorcerers, witches, and magicians have been controlling our reality since the beginning of time, we didn’t know it then, but we know it now, and now we can break free from the mental shackles that have held us in bondage, let us cast out all illusion, cast from our minds all the implanted ideas about some fake political system, economic system, religious nonsense, cast off the lying educational system, ball earth, outer space travel, reject this fake ass world now, the time has finally arrived for us to see, the day is dawning with a bright shining light that illuminates all the lies of all the lying bastards who we once loved and thought could do no wrong, our presidents, our astro nots, our priests, our pastors, our beloved television science guy, our favorite sports figures, we have been worshiping idols, let us come out of this rampant idol worship, as it is an abomination to our Creator and it should be an abomination to us, the time is here today that our eyes shall open up and see for the first time in our lives, the greatest opportunity in the history of the world is on our doorstep, get up off your couch and answer the door, the person knocking is reality, reality you have never met, answer that knock and introduce yourself to the reality that this ugly world is fake, then you will see the beauty of creation with clear eyes, this is clear-eyed Paulie sending his clear cut love to all who are beginning to stir from their sleep, shalom…

Apr 23, 2020 Diary entry: Boy what a layout, two hard boiled eggs, a chunk of cheese, bread, a pickle, and a bottle of French wine, all on a fancy checkered paper napkin, let’s see how good my French is here, we got Belle de Provence Rose, I believe it says “Made in the ancient French tradition”…”only the plumpest grapes were stomped by pretty young maidens”…”and a few old men with barnacles on their feet”…huh…I’m going to imagine the grapes were stomped by pretty young maidens…geez, the thought of barnacle footed old men keeps popping into my mind, I don’t think I’m really thirsty for wine, maybe I’ll have a couple shots of vodka and a can of grape flavored soda instead, anyway, the subject of MSM, main stream media, has been discussed all morning here in the pod room, I think Gweneeshah described it best when she said main stream media and it’s various outlets, is like a shit cake with different types of pieces, some pieces have a lot of frosting, some pieces have little frosting, some pieces are fat, some are thin, some are in one piece, and some are in, well, pieces, each MSM piece is unique, but whichever you choose, you are eating shit, we here at Paulie Gee’s Realtime Diary admonish you all, stop eating at main stream news’s table, they are feeding you lines of shit, it’s the only thing in their cupboard, scoot your chair away, stand up, and scream out that you will no longer eat what these shit peddlers serve, we have been telling you for years that your scripted false reality is bad for you, the world you live in is an illusion, none of it is real, it has all been made up by the world’s magicians to misdirect your attention away from what they don’t want you to see, people, you are blind, but if you take my hand, I will lead you, a blind mouse can live his entire life inside a cheese factory and never once experience the taste of cheese, blind people can go to the movies once a week and never get to see the handsome leading man subdue the villain and kiss the girl, now, you must change your mind about everything you believe, or believe in, you easily change your socks, you change your haircut, you change your diet, you change your under pants, why do you refuse to change your mind; well, we get myriads of comments here at the Diary every week, the full range of letters all have one underlying thing in common, they all basically say “Dear Paulie, I’m a dumbass, but is it okay if I think I’m the smartest person in the world”, I think we’ve covered this oh-so-common delusion pretty well in the past, and I’m sure we will touch on it again in the future, but I see someone passing out Champagne glasses in the pod room, it must be time for lunch, so I’ll leave you with this parting thought, I don’t care if you change your hair, pants, or socks, but please change your mind, it’s beginning to smell, shalom…

Apr 22, 2020 Diary entry: Halloween, Halloween today is a pale washed out version, a faded shadow of what Halloween was when I was a kid, we lived Halloween, it was a core part of our lives, not a pathetic watered down Kool-Aid community barf fest held simply because a date on the calendar had Halloween imprinted on it by sharp suited putzes from Hallmark who had to chain swallow Maalox and milk because every time they saw their sellout faces in the mirror they had to throw up their poached egg and light tea from the special brunch the company gives to worthless kiss ass employees, anyway, where was I, oh yeah, cat ladies, every neighborhood has it’s cat lady, we had ours too, she was the most bedraggled old woman you had ever seen, she had a crooked nose, actually, she was crooked all over, and she wore these ragged dresses like the witches in the old cartoons wore when they washed the kitchen floor, anyway, her cats, there were flying cats all around her house, flying black cats that screamed in an eerie high pitched voice that made the hair on your neck stand up, god it was a sight, especially on cold moonlit nights in October; then every neighborhood has it’s dog man who lives in the last house on the block, who keeps dogs he can’t control, dogs that howl during the night when all you can think of is fear, any kind of fear, the dog man never speaks to anyone, he has a perpetual scowl that comes from years of keeping mad dogs that desire flesh, any flesh, the old man lets his dogs run loose on Halloween nights, on those nights the howls of the dogs were mixed with screams, unrecognizable screams, screams from man or beast, no one ever knew, yeah, Halloween was different when I was a kid, it had a realness to it, I won’t get into the kind of freaks I had for teachers, or the specters who entered and left the old church on the other side of the river, no, Halloween these days is about little candy treats for little children, but when I was a kid, it went much deeper then a bagful of loose cough drops, crab apples, stale popcorn, and rusty pennies, Halloween was the time of year when all the usual scary stuff coalesced into an otherworldly amalgamation of something I could never describe here, well, as I pour a delicately lively little pink wine into a thin stemmed beaker, I will wish you all a Happy Halloween in case we don’t see each other this fall, shalom everybody…

Apr 22, 2020 Diary entry: Well, it was bound to happen, the thing that lives in the dark part of my basement got out, it wasn’t there when I went down for a jar of sauerkraut this morning, it must have got out during the night sometime; now I have an eighteen room search to embark on, I wish I had never moved in to this dreary old stone building during a difficult time in my life, I needed a place to stay, and this old abandoned asylum for the criminally insane seemed like just the ticket, but these many years later, I’m having my doubts, the animal noises in the middle of the night don’t bother me any more, animals have been getting in through the chimneys and broken windows for years, it’s the other noises that bother me and unsettle my otherwise quiet nights, I think there was an old movie once where some guy moved in to an old broken down county home for unbalanced patients who couldn’t respond to radical treatment, and years after closure, a very unbalanced patient who got lost in the shuffle when they closed the place down, well, he was actually living in one of the upper attics in this guy’s house, he survived by eating squirrels and other rodents that came in through cracks in the walls, it’s nights like this where I wish I had moved out of this secluded old estate, into a nice little apartment in the city, you know, a little studio apartment a block down from the cutest little bodega that is run by a kindly old gentleman who gives you free plums just because, and down the street from that is the news stand where a handsome young man calls out “Extra, extra, read all about it”, then there is the wonderful old Bijou Theater where they show vintage Hollywood movies every Wednesday, and extra butter for your popcorn is always free because they only want you to have a good time and be happy, yeah, it’s the kind of neighborhood where you walk down the sunny street eating grapes that old Mr. Fielder the fruit and vegetable man gave you free because your gal is the prettiest in town, oh how I wish I had never moved in to this most gloomy and cold stone fortress that has my happiness imprisoned within it, me and who knows who else, who else or what else, is imprisoned here with me, well, I think I remember seeing an old bottle of brandy in one of the upstairs rooms, so as I make my way up four flights of creaky stairs by flickering candle light, Paulie sends his warm wishes from a cold house to all you; I hope you all dwell comfortably where ever you are, shalom…

Apr 22, 2020 Diary entry: C’mon people would I lie to you, pull your head out of that dark recess, dig the pudding out of your ears and listen up, wipe the mud from your eyes and gaze upon the light of day for once in your dim existence, blow the sludge from your nose and take a deep breath of something you have never known, freedom, freedom for your mind, your brain is hung up like a mouse in a trap, wriggle your psyche free from the mind control that has held you back your entire life, this world is not real my friend, it’s all fake, and if you follow it as if it were not fake, then you are simply a fake part of the bigger fakery, c’mon, let’s get real here, what does Paulie have to do to get your attention, Paulie has tried to pull you out of your hopeless and dreary Gilligan’s Island life, he has tried to break you free from that lonely place of confusion that has marooned your chances of ever living as you were meant to, Paulie wants to drag your sorry butt to the great city on the hill, where clearness of mind rules like a powerful king, anyway, we have great news here at the Diary, awesome news, our old young internet adviser is back, you remember him, we lost him when his mother turned him over to the cops, then he was released from juvenile detention when she dropped all the charges and he returned to us, then she turned him in to the cops again, well, she dropped the charges again and he has been rereleased from juvenile detention to again join the family here at Paulie Gee’s Realtime Diary, we are all excited to have him back, it’s been a nonstop party around here since last night when we broke the seal on a package of fun we had stored up for just such an occasion, we even allowed him to write this current diary entry to show our pleasure at his return to us, well, it sounds like the party up in the pod room is getting out of control, I better go check on things, so this is real Paulie, sending real wishes of love to his real people, and sending a fake artificial love to those who don’t care, shalom…

Apr 22, 2020 Diary entry: Hey everybody, this will be an informal diary entry , so at ease, smoke ’em if you got ’em, we’ll take a rest from our march, but know this, the march for truth will never slacken, we will not waver in our noble endeavor to win the hearts and minds of our fellow soldiers and citizens, I must apologize for the meager snack layout today, there was a snafu on the catering front and I’m afraid you will have to drink canteen water instead of our usual punch, a skirmish broke out in the break room earlier and our pastry cart was raided, detente seems to have failed between East and West, some of our Christian writers from the West side of the break room overheard a band of our Mooslim techies from the East telling Jesus jokes again and they opened fire with Danish Pastries, the more militant Islamist’s returned a volley of Jelly Donuts, it was like Custard Tart’s Last Stand in there, they sunk the Bismark’s, an underwater fleet of Filled Subs attacked the Sandwich Cookie Islands, there were no survivors who didn’t have icing in their hair, their defenses lagged because their Cannonolis jammed, the entire break room ran red with jelly, now let me be perfectly Eclair here, I have done my best to keep our most militant religious factions at peace, but under such close quarters, it is a Sticky Bun situation at best, I plead with both sides, let us sound the Cream Horns of peace and Turnover the most fanatical religious zealots to our Personnel director who will show them instructional videos on how to be sweeter to each other, well, it’s time to field strip those butts, snug up the boot laces, and fall back in, we got ground to cover, shalom…

Apr 21, 2020 Diary entry: Now as you all know, Paulie grew up on a hog farm, all the residents of Farmington knew of young Paulie’s exploits, little Paulie could ride a pig longer than any of the other kids, we held our most prestigious pig rodeos during the dog days, it was an idyllic time, the whole township would turn out to laugh and applaud our antics and skills, the world was a much different place in those days, anyway, there was this one kid in the neighborhood who we called Bad Dog because he would pee anywhere, off the bridge, in the swimming pool, in his mom’s azaleas, Bad Dog even pee’d in Mr. Crotchkin’s canteen on our scout troop’s annual forced march camp out to spend a week cleaning up the area and grounds of the county dump, anyway, the days back then weren’t so bad, we had a certain amount of entertainment that was basic, and we were basic people, we didn’t need much stimulation, we had a saying in those days which we took to heart, “If you fan a hot fire, you may be consumed”, we tried to stay cool in those days even if it meant swimming in the river during winter snowstorms, I never yearned and ached the way I do today; when your only wish is to catch the hay wagon into town, you don’t become too unhitched if you miss it, but today, the hay wagons sparkle like new-born piglets on a sunny day, fancy coaches complete with fuel injected engines, gear shift levers, and cup holders that say ‘Give me your favorite drink, I’ll hold it for you while you drive hard on down the road”, yes, the times and their attendant yearnings have changed over these many years, as I look back I only see the good, as I look forward, I’m not sure what I see, but one thing is as sure as a pig loves squealing in the mud, Paulie loves you all, shalom…

Apr 21, 2020 Diary entry: Shalom everybody, it’s Paulie here, the usual humorous diary entries will have to wait for another time as Paulie comes with a warning to the inhabitants of the world, it’s a dark day, it’s a very dark day indeed, we stand upon the precipice of total destruction, the ouroboros reptiles who rule this world have all their game pieces set up to be knocked down, the old world order must die so that a Luciferian new world order can be born, a complete collapse of society is imminent, the world economy is going away along with governments, America has suddenly changed in profound ways, when the U.S. president declared a national emergency last month, all presidential power immediately transferred to FEMA, we no longer have a working president, Americans are now under the full authority of FEMA and FEMA has the authority to invoke every executive order that has been signed into law, none of your worldly goods can save you, not your gold or silver, your stockpiles of food and water, your guns, your ammo, FEMA will confiscate all that, if you are still one of those people who say they can have your gun when they pry it out of your cold dead hand, they will do it, more precisely, they will probably just leave it under the rubble of your house, the Constitution is now null and void, we are under Medical Martial Law directed by FEMA, a paraphrase a week ago by our last sitting president goes something like this, “It was a great honor to have been your president”, I will not tell you to hang on to your seats because the ride is going to be bumpy, I advise you to get under your seats because we are about to crash, the United States as we’ve known it our entire lives is now dead, we have entered into that calm before the storm our president spoke of, the only real advice I can give you is to follow the path laid out by the ancient Israelites who were brought through adversities, or the path of obedience to Yahawah’s Torah that Noah took that saved him and his family from the Great Flood inside the Ark, give up your idols such as Jesus, Allah, Buddah, Shiva; humble yourselves and return to Torah, do Yahawah’s Torah; learn who it is that created you and can destroy you if he is not satisfied, seek his face through obedience to his law and his face will shine on you, read the Tanakh and learn who your Creator is, if you don’t know him and he doesn’t care to know you because you have ignored him, then you will be left out in the coming storm to perish, we must conform to the commands, statutes, and laws of Yahawah so we can enter in to the Ark of the Covenant and ride this thing out under the protection of the one who is ultimately responsible for the world’s destruction, Yahawah; the wicked men of this world may seem like the ones to blame for our coming calamity, but Yahawah created wicked men for his purposes, and it is Yahawah’s purpose to end this thing as the wickedness of man has reached the heavens, drop your false idol Jesus, idol worship of Jesus is an abomination to your Creator, don’t rely on your idols or your food and guns, go to the source of all things, there is no one else who can help you during this coming time of all times, Paulie hopes you find peace,shalom…

Apr 20,2020 Diary entry: Shalom everyone, now people have been wanting to know why Paulie had been married so many times, well, to tell the truth, Paulie would never have been married so many times, but he was repeatedly told that the eighth time was a charm, it wasn’t, unless you count an old witch’s demon-summoning amulet as a charm, I tell you, it isn’t; after Paulie’ eighth attempt to swim a sea he should never have even dabbled his toes in, he stays safely on the beach and he uses his inner tubes as beach seats instead of flotation devices that only provide false hope when the ocean begins to churn like an Adderall-soaked Starbuck’s addict at noontime stirs Red Bull into a 48 ounce travel mug so he can finish the company reports before the boss cans him because the volume of his headphones is bothering the other employees, Paulie’s little skiff no longer rides the crests of the waves in search of big game fish whose weight would sink him to the bottom, Paulie now waits for something to float up onto the shore instead, sometimes it means no meat for the skillet, but I guess that’s just life, anyway, last week I was on the road, headed for Tennessee, I stopped at a little back woods place just off Route 9 called the Eat and Sleep Inn, it was a hot and muggy night, the inn didn’t have air conditioning but there was a bit of a cross breeze between the open windows, the night was still, except for the occasional semi truck out on the highway; it’s nights like these that make you think, think things you never thought before, I went outside to sit on a rough-hewn bench next to the gravel parking lot, to sit under the stars and wonder about life in general, maybe the all-knowing stars above could shine some light on life’s mysteries that have puzzled me from the beginning, maybe they could call down a few comforting words, or possibly advice, on my many problems and woes, another truck roared down the highway, I felt the earth vibrate underneath the old bench, I felt the vibration through my whole being, my very soul shook, shook like a bad dog left out in a cold rain storm, I looked up into the night sky, I felt small, insignificant, I felt like the wisp of air that looks into the angry eye of the hurricane that bears down in all it’s fury, well, the guy inside behind the room rental counter says that the ninth marriage is the lucky one, he thinks I’m wrong to give up now, I asked him if he was happily married, and he said he wouldn’t marry if some one pointed a gun at him, you know, everybody has advice to give, and they give it freely, but I remember a wise old man telling a young Paulie that free advice is worth only what you pay for it, he said pay it no mind, well, it’s getting late and my martini glass is dry, so I will wish you all good night, good dreams, and good vibes, shalom…