THE INFORMATION #790 JUNE 27, 2014

THE INFORMATION #790
JUNE 27, 2014
Copyright 2014 FRANCIS DIMENNO
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I believe in work, hard work, and long hours of work. Men do not
breakdown from overwork, but from worry and dissipation.–Charles
Evans Hughes

WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE
BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN
CHAPTER NINE: PART SIXTEEN: THE MAYOR OF HELL
The following day, Red Mary had calmed down some, but she was soon to
have a relapse on account of having been hit with a crisis in her
affairs, one which she shakily explained to me and Doc Ketman.

“Watch out for this one, Yob,” said she, addressing Ketman. as she sat
in flustered agitation upon her parlor divan, mottled with purple
flowers on a field of sky blue.  She was holding an order to appear in
court, signed, in a shaky hand, by Judge Rance Sniffle.

“He’s deadly poison. I refer to the Judge. All the harlots call him
Handsome Rance because he is anything but. Everything he says he says
with a gurgle, as though he were clearing his bloated throat. “

“O!” she said, as Ketman tried to soothe her. “If only the yellofs
would be quiet around here,” Red Mary moaned. “Nobody learns nought
when they’re banging about. Can’t you make them stop? Wise up! Ugh,
the Judge was always an ugly brute.  Always trying to show the other
yellof up. I don’t care if he burns. Never pays attention to anything
but his own self. Never tells the truth if a lie will do. Old
waffle-face!  He had a mouth like a cobweb and was possessed with the
spirit of the Devil.”

“Hush, Mary, hush,” said Doc Ketman, who took invocations of the Evil
One quite seriously. “Tread lightly.”

“Worst judge in the world.  Served canned salmon and other
hishee-hashee to the hard cons in stir. Left Joe Bolden to die in the
gutter with a broken cornet. Brushed the coat of big wheels like Cokey
Stolas, the Devil incarnate. “

“Hush, Mary, hush,” said Doc Ketman. “Gentle, gentle. Take a deeeeep
breath, now, and breathe.”

Red Mary was delirious with fever, or maybe it was from drug
withdrawal, but her stories about The Old Judge were enough to make
your eyes water.

“He was always on the slosh. Open to all the possibilities. Surrounded
by the yips. Spinning around in circles. Round about midnight the
coffin varnish would wear off and he would be first tittering and then
screaming at the girls in the brothel to pluck the bugs off’n him. He
teetered on the cusp. And you should have heard the old sinner shout.
‘Hack. Kumpf. Stop the music! Preserve my soul! I’d move the mountains
to be free of these pests! This must be a dream! Ugh, my heart! It’s
set to explode. Look at the cobwebs! Spiders! Spiders! Black as melted
midnight! More light! More light! My golden soul! Sweet gratitude! Are
those the faces of the dead? I and I and I and I! The grapes are sour.
Open the window! Archangels and Cherubs, show me the face of God!
Where is my angel? Where O where O where? Waiting in the wings. Help O
Help O Help! I’m in trouble! Please help me!’ “

“Well he might call upon divine intervention for a helping hand. When
he was in one of his alky fits, I heerd he’d collapse in the arms of a
nigger whore and go on and on like that for a full hour, if you let
him. It took a full quart of giggly water to set him straight. Every
time he got two pints low he would get the inside meemies. Mother of
God! Doesn’t take a miracle worker to know he had the booze habit
bad.”

“When he was half sober the Old Judge lived to mine the gold of the
city’s graft. He would preside from the bench by day, sitting on the
merry-go-round, sending working girls to the hoosegow, girls who were
working slinging hash–and other things–playing ring a rosy with the
bailiff, and by night he would be in a low crib cavortin’ with the
very same types of whores he sent up earlier in the day. Clouds of
glory! Him, with his long watch-chain and his blubber belly and his
face riddled with disease and vice. He lived a hell of a life. It was
enough to make an old bag shudder. No wonder whores take to the drink,
and to worse vices.

“He was a pompous old fat cat–but he was risky business. He was
sensitive to God’s bouquets. Him, as would beat on the whores– and
you couldn’t touch him, much less give him the bum’s rush. I never let
him in my house, that’s why he’s got it in for me. Him, and the
Pinkertons, and President Roosevelt too. Learn from the stones. The
Judge, he makes all his money by living gently with himself–and
others. He’s gentle as a lambkin–just as long as you got the money to
keep yourself out of stir. Money which he himself pocketed more than
his fair share of. Nobody looks twice when a judge hollars not guilty
for lack of evidence. But when there’s a mistrial in a case where the
yob was caught red-handed with a smoking red hot pistol in his bloody
dukes, there now is some cause for concern. Even the Newsboys was
scared of him, and those wild little yobs who live out in the
street–most of ’em ain’t skeered o’ nothin’. Let’s not even talk
about the reporters. No wonder Chinatown runs wild–he takes regular
stopper-your-gob brass from the “Mayor” and the tongs, both–to say
nothing of the ordinary Chins and Chows.

“Listen: When it comes to taking his rake-off, the Judge was afraid of
no man, alive ner dead. He was a man of rare ability–able to steal
rings and even gold teeth from the bodies of dead men–though I don’t
think he goes in there with the pliers himself, he’s too fat and
lazy–and all in all, he is the most industrious grafter ever to walk
upon two legs, and that’s going some, because this town is full of
them, but you’d have to get up pretty damn early in the morning to
out-do the judge. He was a real magician. He takes a rake-off from Le
Mano Nera–and suddenly a murder charge with a bullet through the head
become accidental homicide and the Dago waltzes free. For five hundred
dollars he could turn murder to manslaughter and sometimes even would
set known lammisters free on bail.

“He lived a simple life, the Judge–didn’t bother none with preparing
for any of his cases. If you had money you were innocent and if you
had no money you were no doubt an old sinner and deserved whatever you
got in the way of mercy, which was none.  He was vindictive too, and
gloried in his power–sent the head of the Sheriff Street Cadets to
prison –just on his personal whim. Because he could. He didn’t like
the cut of the leader’s jib. And none of his cronies gave a damn.
Least of all that damned Devil, Cokey Stolas. What’ll I do, Doc–if he
don’t take my money?”

“Hush, Mary, hush,” said Doc Ketman. The sedatives he gave her were
finally having their effect, and she now lay on her parlor divan, fast
asleep.

1*SALUTATION
HARRY NILSSON
SO LONG, DAD
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuqQrnXqsD0

2*REFERENCE
23 VINTAGE BAD GIRL MUGSHOTS
http://www.buzzfeed.com/katienotopoulos/23-vintage-bad-girl-mugshots

3*HUMOR
THE FIFTY STATES OF AMERICA IF THEY WERE ACTUALLY HIGH SCHOOL KIDS
http://www.tickld.com/x/the-50-states-of-america-if-they-were-actually-high-school-kids-california-is-p

4*NOVELTY
MAN SEES THE APOCALYPSE IN MIRACLE WHIP COMMERCIAL
http://www.bilerico.com/2014/06/man_sees_the_apocalypse_in_miracle_whip_commercial.php

5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST
8 STARS WHOSE BOX OFFICE DRAW IS NOSEDIVING
http://nypost.com/2014/06/14/8-stars-whose-box-office-draw-is-nosediving/

ALSO SEE:
NETWORK TELEVISION IS IMPLODING
http://www.vox.com/2014/6/13/5807488/network-television-is-imploding-in-one-chart

6* DAILY UTILITY
ACTIVE HATE GROUPS
http://www.splcenter.org/get-informed/hate-map

7*CARTOON
HOW TO SURVIVE IN NYC
http://www.businessinsider.com/how-to-survive-nyc-2014-4

8*PRESCRIPTION
40 MAPS THAT EXPLAIN FOOD IN AMERICA
http://www.vox.com/a/explain-food-america

9*RUMOR PATROL
PENTAGON PREPARING FOR MASS CIVIL BREAKDOWN
http://www.theguardian.com/environment/earth-insight/2014/jun/12/pentagon-mass-civil-breakdown

10* LAGNIAPPE
SPROTON LAYER
GIFT/SISTER REGIS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdkImejAF88&feature=youtu.be

11* DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA
MIRACLE WHIP
Quite obviously, Hellman’s is heavenly, despite its name, while
so-called Miracle Whip is one of the lesser demons of Hell’s
firmament.

CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE.
747. SLAVERY
Many of the red states were also the same states who broke with the
Union over the issue of slavery.

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