I was her lunch associate on and off for almost a year in roughly 1973. Her knowledge and experience was quite informative as she, with acclaim said to me, so is mine.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marlene_Dietrich
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She knew more than even our guv-mint knew of the elite's plans and still, they wouldn't listen! They believe their pants just appeared on their asses, she said!
I listened intently of the experiences she recalled even my father's handsomeness reflected in my visage who served under George S. Patton!
I learned the ways of the underground from her including all the nuances of how not to know who your associates are even in their presence to keep everyone concerned, alive if ever caught and interrogated! Keep your enemies so close you can't tell the difference between them and your worn underwear!
She told me I, can call her Mar-lana and I did! I, love her like the consummate woman she truly was! Viva Marlana! There is not a man born who couldn't and didn't rise to her erogenous sav wa flair! I pushed her in her wheel chair on many a date to the dinning room and coffee house of the Royal York! I was in my early 20's. I stayed many a night at the King Edward in Toronto, including the very last day it was torn down! Before relocating to the Royal York down on Lake Ontario at the end of Younge & Queen Street.
I studied every conceivable annex to her underground logistics' and have perfected them. And she was a Deity an old soul with new passion well the springs eternally up from within the most intelligent, passionate, factually adapt human survivalist, that has ever lived to assist the freest nation and people on earth! America and her "beautiful young men", in her words...
I LOVED HER! I almost worshipped her very existence and she chastised me for thinking such. She, was the most deserving woman of her talents and flair. There will never be another. I pray there is, when the time needed!
She was and is, the French Resistance! Forever!
I bring that resistance to you!
Fuck the new whirled odor!
Rooster T. Woodstock Patriot extraordinaire!
Alined and allied with freedom throughout the fucking fucked up elitist ravished voild!
Death to the elite!
That Kat, was never in the bag!
All my French and most of my German came patiently from Marlana. The rest of my German came from my Grandmother's Angstat, Waltons and Wannmakers
Now you know my formidability and I'm more then just your average hard-ass. I win every fucking time! And will, continue to do such! Forever! Unceasingly! Eternally! Fore Fucking EVER!
I am here!
P.S. Another hero I only met for a few minutes while playing on stage at the Winnipeg Inn In Winnipeg! Scott Young, Neil's father, wrote articles for the Globe and Mail and The Toronto Sun.
Another stable and decent human being! You'd have to become famous to be in the presence of the greats! The ground beneath them demands, acknowledgment and avant garde'.
Know your song well, before you start singing, Quote: Bob (Zimmerman) Dylan.
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