July 5, 2020 Diary entry: Devil worship, Paulie would like to discuss and reveal devil worship, have you ever heard someone say “The devil did it”, “The devil is in the details”, “If you run with the devil, you will get the horns”, “Drinkin’ with the devil is bad juju”, “You got the devil in you boy”? Do you people who are caught up in religions give life to the devil by constantly invoking his name? You give credit to the devil, you blame the devil, you use the devil to threaten people you don’t understand, you speak of the devil a lot. You think the devil has power, and you continually enhance that power by your words, you, my friends, are devil worshipers, you worship your knowledge, knowledge worship is the very core of satanism, your knowledge of the devil causes you, in your pride, to pass that sacred knowledge on to others, you people who are caught in the trap of religion, you unintentionally entrap those around you in devil worship, you religious people of the world are the bulk of the satanists who keep the devil alive and well, you water him like a tender shoot, you nourish him and give him acclaim, by speaking of the devil, you elevate him in the world, my advice to you is to remove yourself and your loved ones from the religion you are in which is adversarial to the word of the one who created you, you are provoking your Creator to serious anger, seek Ahayah and his law and live, or stay in the false reality you worship, and die, you have been warned this day by Paulie, shalawam…

July 5, 2020 Diary entry: Paulie is nothing, he was, and is, nothing but a speck of dust that was raised up out of the earth to ride the wind, and ride he did, he floated on the calm air like the lofty buzzard sleeps and dreams on the warm air currents, he swooped and dove through the strong wind like the angry hawk when he has been roused with the desire to kill, but now Paulie is no more than a butterfly fart within the howling hurricane, the heavy rainstorm brings every high speck of dust back down to the earth to become the dirt from which it arose, Paulie’s life has been nothing but a facade built up around nothing, Paulie’s words are not his own, they have belonged to someone else, Paulie is a plagiarist and a liar, he even lied to himself, Paulie thought he owned what he had, but he acquired nothing fairly and decently, he did not acquire gain by hard work and determination, his life was served to him on a platter, and Paulie spent most of his life gorging on it or barfing it up, Paulie did his best to blow a hole through the glass firmament of his mind, but Paulie’s mind didn’t crack, he turned to a more down-to-earth endeavor, recreation, his summer love was injecting fun into his life, riding the mainline to one exotic destination after another, seeing the world in a way most people never would, because they are all as boring as an old black and white medical film about mental health in a salient world of mind control, they all called Paulie a life junkie, but he was only a simple user, not an abuser, most people’s idea of getting high is eating out of two corn chip bags at the same time while watching a rigged game on television, Paulie was called a pathetic loser by pathetic losers, well, let the haters hate, and let the lovers love, the earth will go on without end, Paulie may not hear the call go out, he may not see the sanctuary built, but he is alive to wish good things to those whom he considers family, may you never be rich nor poor, may you not experience good nor evil, Paulie sincerely hopes you find that sweet spot in between where true peace resides, I think most of you are already there, shalawam…

June 22, 2020 Diary entry: This is Paulie with a word to everybody who lives on a planet, you know, a ball earth planet that is spinning on a wobbly axis while it orbits the sun and screws through space inside a pagan solar system of mind control, Paulie pleads with you, please come back, please come back to our flat stationary earth which sits upon the ancient pillars of time and truth, it’s not that we miss you really, you’re all idiots, but we feel you deserve a second chance at reality, so screw your glass globe helmets down snug, climb your spaced-out butts into your little space vehicles, turn your retro rockets onto their highest settings, and come back, but know this, if you bring back any of your foreign gods from up there, we will most certainly burn you up like you were a space shuttle with a belly devoid of it’s protective ceramic tiles, you have been warned, come back to the fold, but come back right, we don’t play, shalawam…

June 20, 2020 Diary entry: Hey everybody, Paulie here, Paulie is sick and tired of the other states in the union running down our mostly backward mundane state of Indiana, Paulie doesn’t like you other states, you and your big cities, your opera houses, and your fancy restaurants where tuxedo-wearing waiters dab your snot and offer you a clean undergarment because you eat dirty snails and sea creatures who have their most personal parts still attached, we here in Indiana may be slow and backward, but we don’t have to back in to the outhouse, Paulie calls all you other 49, or 50, or however many of you there are, states, dirty vermin, you don’t respect the Jewel Of The Midwest, our ways may not be as yours, but we are a proud people, we do things the old tried and true old-fashion way, we don’t need or want your opera houses and restaurants, we just want to be left alone, please stop the insult onslaught, “We can’t breath”, don’t make us remove our masks because you won’t like it if we do, Paulie has no intention of stirring up more chaos, but when Indianians are pushed, we push back, you can forget about virus demonstrations, you can forget about BLM riots, the good people of Indiana are rising up with lanterns and pitchforks, we have taken the last joke about how we don’t need scarecrows in our cornfields because our women are so ugly they scare the rats away, we are sick of the continual “Why do Indianians pick their butts”, “Because the corn isn’t ripe yet”, I say “No more”, “Enough is enough”, anyway, come back tomorrow because I’m going to reveal the dirty underbelly of the Perry Mason Show, the shady relationship between Perry and Hamilton Burger, and why it is you never see Della and Paul Drake in the same scene, just a hint, they are both the same person, well, the dogs are barking and my martini glass is dry, please allow Paulie to wish you love, may you all find peace during these most unrestful days, shalom…

June 18, 2020 Diary entry: There has been much discussion over the sudden fall of Aunt Jemima recently, let me tell you about the rise of Mrs. Butterworth, as I got to know her quite well; it was back in the late 60’s, I was on a bad LSD trip and I spent fourteen hours huddled inside a cardboard box arguing with Mrs. Butterworth over whether black was a color, Mrs. Butterworth was a very contrary woman, I asked her if there was a Mr. Butterworth and she told me he had reached the end of his shelf life years ago and expired, his end was a sad one, he had felt that the world had used him up and discarded him, anyway, Mrs. Butterworth’s fame was built on a lie, her rise to the top of the pancake syrup industry was one of backbiting, backroom deals, and a front for prostitution, Mrs. Butterworth was a West Hollywood hooker who was discovered by a talent scout from one of the big pancake syrup firms from out east who was in L.A. for the annual pancake syrup convention at the Continental Hotel which was in close proximity to where Mrs. Butterworth plied her trade; her whole folksy persona was a falsehood contrived by suit-wearing cigar-smoking middle aged men in the boardroom, the story about her being born in a log cabin in Vermont is an outrageous malfeasance of the truth, Mrs. Butterworth was born in Bergen Norway and her real name is Oleo Swenson, she immigrated to Europe’s Black Forest region where she worked as a cook’s helper, serving up breakfasts to hungry lumber jacks at one of the big lumber firms out there, well, after several years, she got deported and wound up in the states where she drifted from one job to another until she got her big break, her rise to fame was as ugly as it was sweet, she told me that she had known Elvis, Elvis was one of her regular johns and that is why he put on so much weight, well, there is much in this world that has been concealed from the ignorant public, but with grit and determination, Paulie will set the record straight, so let me leave you with this well-known quote, “Look, I knew Aunt Jemima, and you, Mrs. Butterworth, you are no Aunt Jemima””, shalawam everybody, shalawam…

June 17, 2020 Diary entry: Now Paulie has made mistakes in his life, Paulie thought Nixon was the messiah because he Vietnamized the war, Paulie thought Ford was the messiah until he pardoned Nixon, Paulie thought Carter was the messiah until he found out he was using George Washington’s old wooden teeth, Paulie thought Reagan was the messiah until he found out his wife/husband was a witch, Paulie thought H. W. Bush was the messiah until he found out he was a CIA heroin smuggler, Paulie thought Clinton was the messiah until he found out he was a lesbian sex addict, Paulie thought G. W. Bush was the messiah until he found out he was a bio robotoid, Paulie thought Obama was the messiah until he found out he was the anti christ, well, let me say this, I will hold my judgement on our present president until this whole thing plays out, oh, and as far as Johnson is concerned, Paulie knew he was a bastard all along, anyway, this is mistaken Paulie, saying “Don’t jump to conclusions too soon”, shalom…

June 16, 2020 Diary entry: As you are all aware, Paulie hails from the “Great” state of Indiana, the Corn Capital of the World, we here are all very upset with the state of Indiana and the state of the world today and we have been protesting quite a bit, well, they are hearing us and they are sending down an official from the county to listen to our grievances and take notes to give to the president of the county, whoever that is, anyway, we will voice our concerns and wishes to this man, we here in Indiana don’t need Channel Fifteen to tell us our news, we get the corn straight from our low-level county official, well, hail Corn County, hail Indiana, hail the United States, hail the World, oh hail with the whole stupid thing, shalawam my brothers and sisters, shalawam…

June 15, 2020 Many people have been complaining about our hard stance against the Christian religion and the fact that we reject Jesus, well, we don’t reject Jesus completely, a mother of one of our young writers bakes us Jesus cookies, and I tell you, a good Jesus cookie warms me all up inside when I dip his head in my hot cocoa, anyway, Paulie says “Keep the conversation going”, and shalawam…

June 12, 2020 Diary entry: It never fails, when your one day off comes around, you have a dozen stupid menial tasks that will take all day and you’ll be driving a rat maze through a petrochemical flourided city where poison-belching internal combustion-engined cars just like yours slowly make their way down that last road that leads to the city scrapheap, where a laughing guy in a red jumpsuit who has red horns swears at you as you drive through the gate to face who knows what, instead of laying in a hammock on the river bank with a fishing line tied to your big toe, an ice cold orange juice in your hand, and some kind of little bird you have never seen before singing a pretty tune, oh why oh why did I ever come to this city, oh why did I ever grow up here, oh why was I ever born here, these are questions that may never be answered, but Paulie still asks, those airplanes in the air are dropping hassles, stupid chores and harshness on Paulie’s usual cool and serene self besides what ever else they are dropping on us, nobody knows because they drop different things on different days, I guess they drop according to how pissed off they are with the human race and whether the butler failed to go shopping and there won’t be any blood or dog carcasses for dinner, anyway, Paulie cries foul, Paulie says stop the game, we need a reset, Paulie is tired of this guy in red long underwear who has red horns swearing at him, and not letting him go down to the riverbank where he belongs, well, what are you gonna do, shalawam…

June 12, 2020 Diary entry: Hi, it’s Paulie here with a few jokes I heard last night down at Joe’s Uptown Bar and Grill, people were reminiscing about the old school days; do you know why the cafeteria lady always picked her nose with her thumb, because she used her fingers to dig in her butt, do you know why the shop teacher always picked his nose with his thumb, because he lost his fingers in the band saw, do you know why the history teacher taught about the Revolutionary War, Abe Lincoln’s honesty, the globe earth, and space travel, because he knew if he told the truth he would lose his job, do you know why your English teacher hit you on the head with your own Seventh Grade English textbook, because you said English was the devil’s forked tongue straight from hell, do you know why the geography teacher taught his class using the globe model exclusively, because he was stupid, do you know why you had to stay after school and sit in a darkened office, because you refused to use your slave name on the test, do you know why they started using multiple choice tests, because they didn’t want any more of your essay answers, do you know why they took the rope off the flagpole, because the last time you hung a Jesus dummy the whole town rioted, do you know why they banned you from brown bagging your lunch, because your frog got out and hopped in someone’s jello, do you know why the janitor won’t mop the hallway with your head, because he was told not to do it any more, do you know why they closed down the science fair early, because your smell receptor project involved comparing the odor of a rotten squirrel to that of a dead skunk, I think everyone down here tonight at Joe’s is in total agreement, our twelve years of school stunk, well, it’s getting on in the day, time to go root around in the pantry, Paulie says shalom…