Ace-- that former CIA spymaster, was he by any chance Dr. Phil?

Cheers,
Dave at Garfield Ridge

From the article. writing about somebody who is believed to be a former CIA employee:

Meanwhile he also runs a bar called Bedlam, which offers free dessert to customers who can prove they're insane or have spent time in an asylum. It also boasts of having a piece of Vincent van Gogh's severed ear on display.

Now, who would imagine that guys like this could get intelligence on Iraq wrong?

(Posting under an assumed name, so "they" don't find me.)

The CIA must have hired from the same pool of applicants as the United States Postal Service circa 1975.

Ex Viet Nam vet? You're hired.
Former POW in Viet Nam? When can you start?
Section 8 discharge? You're hired.

Page 5-- the "flamboyant" circus master dad got his start promoting teen rock stars like...Mr. Paul Anka.

I don't want life to get much weirder than this.

PS Dave, tell me that's a parody.

Also from the article:

He was born into the entertainment business, the only son of Irvin Feld, who got his start in the 1930s selling elixirs at Maryland fairs, then opened a drugstore in the District and branched into record sales. He became a renowned promoter of live concerts and teen idol rock-and-roll acts, including Paul Anka, Chubby Checker, Chuck Berry, Bill Haley and the Big Bopper. (Indeed, the elder Feld once claimed: "I really invented rock-and-roll. I made the market.")

Jan Pottker is in over her head. She needs to call on Vinny F'n Falcone for help.

Sorry, See-Dubya, I didn't see your post before I posted mine. Loose shit.

Yeah, that looks interesting..
Whatś more interesting is that you can find anything you want for Christmas here:

http://christmas.seavenue.net

Oooh, burned, Sandy! It's almost as if I knew what you were going to post and I posted it before you in a sinster creepy surveillance kinda way!

--See Dubya, aka Clair George

Some of you oddballs seem to think homosexuality has something to do with hating your father. (Whereas I suspect it has something to do with hormones, probably while in the womb.)

Now, this Ken Feld feller is obviously way too angry about suggestions that his dad is gay. So... does that mean that homophobia is caused by loving your dad too much?

Please advise.

Can a man love his father too much?
I think not.

The definition of homophobia is the fear of homosexuals. I know the homos also like to use homophobia to label people they feel hate homosexuals.

Ken Feld is angry with his father for not being a good dad, but being a gay dad. Poor little Kenny had to live with the stigma of having a gay daddy. All the kids picked on Kenny.

Kenny is angry at his father but his anger is directed towards the CIA and not inward, towards himself. If Ken Feld wasn't angry with the CIA, then yes he would have a proclivity for homosexual acts. Therefore proving once again that homosexuals are punishing their fathers with gay acts.

Dammit, Sandy. Stop poking holes in my gayness theory.

I can't help but think that all this might have been avoided if we let Clair George amuse himself gaslighting foreigners on the CIA dime instead of throwing him in prison.

Let me explain. No, there is not enough time. Let me sum up

I can't believe nobody has shouted out for the sweet-ass Princess Bride reference. Was it too obvious?

What a bunch of mutants...

...crazed freaks the whole lot of them. This bar owner wouldn't by any chance know Chuckie Schumer would he?

Well, if one of your commenters suddenly goes into hiding after this post, you know what's been going on...

Shoot, ya think that's an invasion of privacy? You've never lived in a condo in Florida. Our association president is a P.I. and a former credit bureau managerand detective for the sherrif. Brrrrr!

Like I've always said, don't screw with circus people. They shoot themselves out of cannons, guys. Cannons. And they have those tiny little cars that they cram a dozen clowns into. You could be walking down the street, a Mini-Cooper pulls up, and the next thing you know your ass is being handed to you by a legion of floppy-shoed, kinky-rainbow-haired thugs.

Weird think is, I have two friends (who don't know each other) who've worked for the guy. (Feld) I don't think either of them would be surprised by this story.

Like the little signs say, you don't have to be crazy to work here, but it helps.

A human cannonball, I'll rise above it all
way above the high-wire I can fly,
oh shit I'm gonna die!
I am a circus worker I make two bucks
every hour I find out why
this job it really sucks.

Anyone else remember "A Cotton Candy Autopsy?"

Just goes to show you can't trust carnies. Nomads, you know. Shifty eyes, small hands

in related news:

http://torontosun.canoe.ca/News/TorontoAndGTA/2005/11/21/1315976-sun.html

Chris Mathews believes that the "other side" isn't evil; they just have a different perspective.

On that, he is right. Burkas, beatings, beheadings...You know, the B's.

This guy really has a job doing anything, let alone a job that would lead people to want him to speak to large groups of people?

Andy the Squirrel

VRWC: Austin Powers???

To the Ace of Spades: You're hired. We'd like a book about Tract 33, a parcel of land that abuts the backyard of a legendary DCI and can only be accessed by going over his fence or through a secret tunnel from Battery Kemble Park. Property taxes are paid by the obscure Momus Association from a PO Box in Intercourse, PA. The true assassins of JFK are buried six feet under, along with JFK's brain, and Jimmy Hoffa. So is the syringe used to inject Marilyn Monroe with pure nicotine. And the missing 18.5 minutes of Nixon's tape. And the real black box of TWA 800. And the alien corpses from Roswell, NM. JD Salinger visits every December 8th to commeorate the assassination of John Lennon, having programmed Mark David Chapman to do the dirty. And Jim Morrison cultivates black roses in time for Halloween, when the Illimunati's "Circle of Initiates" assemble to see Elvis perform. And I've heard the Holy Grail is there, too. Please don't tell anyone.

To Dave: Well, it wasn't difficult for "us" to find you. The question is, Who cares?

To Bart: Clair George was never in prison. He served at great risk to himself in foreign capitals while you were still soiling your nappies.

Invasion of privacy? Please. The biggest problem with Pottker is, once she got started talking about herself she wouldn't shut the hell up.

Like, any of this really matters when we've got flatulent cows polluting the environment?