In the years following the 2010 Haiti earthquake, The Clinton Foundation reportedly raised $30 million for relief projects, but locals say that the promises made by Bill and Hillary Clinton never fully materialized.
Haitian survivors who trusted, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, to make good on her promises, to rebuild, have been left vulnerable and living in shanty structures, six-years after the catastrophic natural disaster. Victims point to luxury hotels that were allegedly constructed with The Clinton Foundation relief funds, to benefit the country’s ruling establishment, as the Category 4, Hurricane Matthew, rumbles towards Haiti, with expected wind gusts of 170MPH.
“HAITI MUSE” (36X48) UNIMPRESSED CAT, INSPECTS WORK IN PROGRESS, BY THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, despite the obvious conflict of interest, decided to contract with The Clinton Foundation to provide for the relief effort in Haiti, following the 7.0 magnitude earthquake that left over 316,000 people dead and over 1.5 million survivors, destitute, while struggling with a deadly outbreak of cholera. According to the former Senate President of Haiti, Bernard Sansaricq, The Clinton Foundation stole billions from the Haiti relief fund.
“HAITI WILL RISE” (33X52) CREATED IN 2010, AT THE ST. JOHN’S CHURCH, MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT™ (MAMM) HAITI RELIEF CONCERT, FEATURING SAX LEGEND LEO CASINO AND THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
Haitians, like Dhoud Andre of the Commission Against Dictatorship, have accused Bill and Hillary Clinton of duplicity, malfeasance, and theft. “We are telling the world of the crimes that Bill and Hillary Clinton are responsible for in Haiti.” Andre said.
As Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, was in charge of allocating the $3.9 billion U.S. aid to Haiti. Bill Clinton was the designated UN representative for aid to Haiti. Together the Clintons controlled the flow of over $14.5 billion in aid donated to Haiti from around the world.
Astute Haitians noticed that a number of companies that received contracts in Haiti happened to make large donations to The Clinton Foundation. Haitian relief deals appeared to be a quid pro quo for filling the coffers of the Clintons.
For the first time in 50 years, Haiti awarded two new gold mining permits and one of them went to the company that had hired Hillary’s brother, Hugh Rodham, who mysteriously found himself on the advisory board of a U.S. mining company called VCS. In October of 2013, despite his never having any mining experience, VCS brought Hugh Rodham on board to help secure a valuable gold mining permit in Haiti. He was promised a “finder’s fee” if he could land the contract and sure enough, with the help of his sister, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, he did.
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR HUGO VACA II WITH HILLARY CLINTON’S BROTHER, HUGH RODHAM, HOLDING THE ICONIC “CRACKHEAD JESUS IS COMING” STICKER. THIS PHOTO CAUSED “THE CLINTON MACHINE” TO INSIST THAT INSTAGRAM CENSOR AND DELETE THE PERMANENT DIGITAL FOOTPRINT OF THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II ON THE POPULAR SOCIAL NETWORK.
The Hugh Rodham mining deal provoked outrage in the Haitian Senate. “Neither Bill Clinton nor the brother of Hillary Clinton are individuals who share the interest of the Haitian people,” said Haitian mining representative Samuel Nesner. “They are part of the elite class who are operating to exploit the Haitian people.”
“Bank of America stole my money and The Clinton Machine censored my Instagram account.” – Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
“MUSE FOR HAITI”(38X53) MANIFESTED BY THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, AT THE HAITI MEMORIAL MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT ALL-STAR MAMM JAM, FEATURING TITO PUENTE JR., AS SEEN ON TV.
THE UNDECIDED VOTER AND MILLENNIALS PIVOT TOWARDS VOTING AGAINST THE POLITICAL STATUS QUO, EMBODIED IN A WELL REHEARSED, CAREFULLY SCRIPTED, HILLARY CLINTON, AFTER WITNESSING MAINSTREAM NEWS MEDIA COVERAGE OF THE U.S. PRESIDENTIAL DEBATE THAT CLEARLY PAINTED DONALD TRUMP AS, THE UNDERDOG.
“BEFORE VOTING, ASK YOURSELF, WWMLD? WHAT WOULD MONICA LEWINSKY DO?”, 9/11 SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM, BY THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
The Undecided Voter and Millennials realize the question for those Independents still trying to decide between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton is, to put it bluntly: “Which Bully do you want in the White House, representing the best interest of you, your Children and seven generations forward and which Woman, as Commander In Chief, or First Lady, do you want to serve your bloodline, as a historical role model, for developing young girls and grown women; Meanwhile, setting a public example, for how developing young boys and structured men, should behave around girls, women, military veterans and police officers, for seven generations forward?”
THE UNDECIDED VOTER
The Undecided Voter, regardless of Sex, Race, Creed or Color, is looking to elect someone with common sense and a clear, forward, vision, to press the reset button, on a politically correct system, that is obviously broken and in dire need of realistic repair; Maybe not by a couple of seasoned bullies in the White House but by one passionate, outsider, claiming to be capable of working efficiently and in fair cooperation with other world leaders, using every available tool, rather than trusting stale, over-rehearsed, meaningless rhetoric, filled with false narratives, of half-truths, shining brightly in the hypocrisy of philanthropy.
“FEMALE VOTER EXPLAINS JUANITA BROADDRICK, KATHLEEN WILLEY, PAULA JONES, GENNIFER FLOWERS AND MONICA LEWINSKY, TO HER DAUGHTER, ELOISE, WHO IS LIVING WITH HER BABY DADDY #1, IN PARIS, FRANCE.”, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, IN THE GEDDES FINE ART COLLECTION.
The Undecided Voter is looking to elect someone, with strength and conviction, to stand up to foreign enemies and make friends, using firm, fair and clear communication, so as to cooperatively manifest the concept of compassionate wealth, on earth, during the global shift towards Asia, as the New World Order is both restructured and rebalanced for maps and history books.
“FEARLESS FEMINISTS DISCUSS, NARCISSISTIC LOONY TOONS, THE POLITICS OF THE PENIS, BIMBO ERUPTIONS, FAT SHAMING BEAUTY PAGEANT WINNERS AND BILL CLINTON’S RODEO CLOWNS, WITH THEIR YOUNG DAUGHTERS, ON CHRISTMAS DAY.” MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II; PREMIERED DURING ART BASEL MIAMI WEEK AT THE GRAND OPENING OF “SHOCK”, THE HAUNTED ADDRESS OF THE NOTORIOUS FORMER BILL AND HILLARY CLINTON MIAMI BEACH, A-LIST, HANG OUT, “LIQUID NIGHTCLUB”, 1437-39 WASHINGTON AVENUE.
The Undecided Voter is looking to elect someone to procure a sustainable existence for seven generations forward, that would organically lean “The Lied To Generation” towards a peaceful lifetime; while swiftly rebuilding infrastructure and fixing politically rigged Courts, that stifle prosperity for the United Slaves Of America, by choking the American Dream, on the broken scales of justice.
INTERIOR DESIGN AND ARTWORK, BY THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, AT THE NOTORIOUSLY HAUNTED ADDRESS, OF LIQUID AND SHOCK NIGHTCLUB, IN MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA.
The Undecided Voter could not understand why the debate moderator, Lestor Holt, and both 2016 Presidential candidates, could not transcend the extraneous muck and zeitgeist of pop culture, in favor of progress and pressing social issues regarding the economy, justice system, public infrastructure policy, and national security, that affect everyone, regardless of age, religion, race or political affiliation.
1437-39 WASHINGTON AVENUE
THE LEGENDARY MIAMI BEACH HOT SPOT ADDRESS OF BOTH, LIQUID AND SHOCK, LOCATED ACROSS FROM THE ICONIC ESPANOLA WAY, SEEN IN SEVERAL MOVIES (MIAMI VICE) AND ON TV SHOWS (MIAMI VICE), WAS FREQUENTED BY SUCH NOTABLES AS MADONNA, SEAN PENN, BILL AND HILLARY CLINTON.
IN 2011, CELEBRATED FANFARE AND INTERNATIONAL PRESS, WELCOMED THE HAUNTED VENUE’S REINCARNATION AS THE INFAMOUS, “SHOCK” NIGHTCLUB, DURING ART BASEL MIAMI WEEK, SHOWCASING THE 5,000+ SQUARE FOOT, “NEW YORK CITY RETRO-CHIC FINE ART GRAFFITI MURAL”, INTERIOR DESIGN AND ARTWORK CREATED BY THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, EXCLUSIVELY FOR “SHOCK”, AS CONTRACTED BY THE FRENCH NIGHTCLUB IMPRESARIO, JULIEN MANIVAL, LATER NICKNAMED, “THE FRENCH BERNIE MADOFF”, BY HIS MANY VICTIMS.
THE 10-FOOT TALL WORK OF MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM TITLED, “TITTY HARVEST: THE POLITICS OF THE PENIS”, ADORNED THE GIANT BRICK WALL NEXT TO THE EXCLUSIVE, VIP SECTION, OF THE EUROPEAN JET-SET VENUE, NEXT TO THE DJ BOOTH, WHICH HOSTED SOLD OUT, WINTER MUSIC CONFERENCE (WMC), EVENTS AND WAS, ALLEGEDLY, FEATURED IN THE BACKGROUND OF MUSIC VIDEOS AND PHOTO SHOOTS FOR LADY GAGA AND RICKY MARTIN.
BARTENDERS AND AWARD-WINNING MIXOLOGISTS AT “SHOCK” NIGHTCLUB, CLAIM THAT PATRONS REPORTED SEEING SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES IN, “FLOW”, THE TWO-STORY, FINE-ART GRAFFITI MURAL, CREATED BY, THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, THE LONGER THEY LINGERED AROUND THE NEVER DULL BAR.
BARTENDERS AND AWARD-WINNING MIXOLOGISTS AT “SHOCK” NIGHTCLUB, CLAIM THAT CURIOUS PATRONS PURCHASED MORE DOUBLE-SHOTS OF TOP SHELF ALCOHOL, IN ATTEMPTS TO DECIPHER ALL THE SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES HIDDEN WITHIN THE MASSIVE FINE-ART GRAFFITI MURAL TITLED, “FLOW” BY THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
AWARD-WINNING INTERNATIONALLY RENOWNED MIXOLOGIST, ALEX TENGO,WORKS HIS MAGIC, AT THE “SHOCK” BAR, IN FRONT OF FANS AND INTERNATIONAL, A-LIST JET SETTERS, SEARCHING FOR SUBLIMINAL CLUES, HIDDEN WITHIN THE MASSIVE FINE-ART GRAFFITI MURAL, “FLOW”, BY THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM FLOWS THROUGH “SHOCK” NIGHTCLUB, SUBCONSCIOUSLY PERMEATING THE HEART, OF THE SOPHISTICATED ADULT PLAYGROUND IN MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA, USING FINE-ART GRAFFITI TO SUBVERSIVELY COMMUNICATE A “CANARY IN THE COAL MINE” MESSAGE, TO MILLENNIALS, FROM AROUND THE WORLD, AWAKENING TO THE CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER OF LIVING WITHIN A BROKEN JUSTICE SYSTEM, WITH RULE OF LAW DOUBLE STANDARDS, THAT FAVOR A SELECT FEW: SIMPLY PUT, “WITHOUT JUSTICE, PEACE CAN NOT FLOW” .
The Undecided Voter witnesses how, under the watch of an FBI, working in collusion with the U.S. Attorney General’s Office, political correctness and The Fifth Amendment, are being manipulated to blanket and hide the existence of a, “Double-Standard-Rule-Of-Law”, that favors an elite few, like Hillary Clinton and the Wells Fargo CEO, John G. Stumpf, but does not apply to 99% of tax-paying Constituents known as, “The United Slaves Of America”.
THE TWENTY-FOOT LONG AND TEN-FOOT HIGH, “KUNT”, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM PAINTING BY THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II PREMIERED AT “SHOCK” NIGHTCLUB DURING ART BASEL MIAMI WEEK, AT THE INSISTENCE OF “THE FRENCH BERNIE MADOFF”, WHOSE ILLEGAL ACTIONS EXPOSED THE WORLD TO AN INTERNATIONAL EPIDEMIC OF ECONOMIC FRAUD, THAT CRISS-CROSSED CONTINENTS FREELY, FROM THE SEXY SHORES OF MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA, TO THE EXOTIC SHORES OF FRANCE AND IBIZA, SPAIN, IN COLLUSION WITH CORRUPT POLICE AND PUBLIC OFFICIALS, FAVORING WEALTHY INTERNATIONAL JET-SETTING CRIMINALS, AWARE OF THE BROKEN U.S. JUSTICE SYSTEM, WHOSE RULE OF LAW FAVORS WEALTHY PUBLIC FIGURES FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD, OVER LAW ABIDING U.S. CITIZENS AND HARD WORKING CONSTITUENTS, STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE, ON MINIMUM WAGE.
The Undecided Voter and Millennials see how the new-normal, “Double-Standard Rule-Of-Law”, for the elite 1% in the United States, like Hillary Clinton and Wells Fargo’s CEO, John G. Stumpf, can fuel chaos in the streets of Charlotte, North Carolina and through the heart of The Bible Belt, as God-fearing families witness anarchy racing towards The White House, to be the elected Commander In Chief, of the United Slaves of America.
MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM EXPOSED CORRUPTION THAT LED TO SEVERAL ARRESTS OF PUBLIC OFFICIALS INCLUDING CORRUPT POLICE, AS DOCUMENTED ON FILM BY CBS NEWS MIAMI AND CANAL+ NEWS, IN FRANCE. THE INTERNATIONAL NEWS STORY WAS CHRONICLED IN A SERIES OF PRINT NEWSPAPER AND ONLINE ARTICLES BY MICHAEL MILLER IN “THE MIAMI NEW TIMES” FEATURING QUOTES AND ARTWORK FROM THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II COLLECTION EXHIBITED AT “SHOCK” NIGHTCLUB DURING 2011 ART BASEL MIAMI WEEK.
THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II WAS HIRED BY FRENCH NIGHTCLUB IMPRESARIO, JULIEN MANIVAL, TO CREATE THE INTERIOR DESIGN FOR THE EXCLUSIVE MIAMI BEACH CLUB, “SHOCK”.
The Undecided Voter witnessed Donald Trump choke, under pressure, when presented with several opportunities to expose ignored truths of national interest, against a well lubed, Hillary Clinton machine, sporting a plastered-on-smile, at the first, 2016 United States Presidential debate, held on September 26, near New Hyde Park, Long Island, in Hempstead, New York, at Hofstra University.
“PLASTIC SMILE IN THE FACE OF GLASS STEAGALL” : MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, WHO GREW UP IN NEW HYDE PARK, IN A TWO STORY, CORNER HOUSE, BEHIND THE LONG ISLAND JEWISH HOSPITAL, WHILE ATTENDING BROOKLYN TECHNICAL HIGH SCHOOL, BEFORE ENTERING THE U.S. NAVAL ACADEMY IN ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND, AS A MIDSHIPMAN OFFICER, IN THE 26TH PLATOON, OF THE CLASS OF 1993.
MIAMI NEWS TIMES ARTICLE FEATURES QUOTES FROM THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, WHO CREATED A 5000+ SQUARE-FOOT, FINE-ART-GRAFFITI MURAL, AT “SHOCK” NIGHTCLUB, WRITTEN IN EIGHT DIFFERENT LANGUAGES, INCLUDING ARAMAIC, ITALIAN FRENCH AND SPANISH.
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
THE MASSIVE, FINE-ART-GRAFFITI MURAL, TITLED, “THE STORY OF THE CRACKHEAD JESUS TRIALS”, WAS PAINSTAKINGLY CREATED TO WARN VISITORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD, OF THE EPIDEMIC OF ECONOMIC FRAUD, EMANATING FROM THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND THREATENING, A GLOBAL COLLAPSE IN PUBLIC TRUST OF THE BANKING INDUSTRY, DUE TO A SEVERE BREAKDOWN IN THE JUSTICE SYSTEM, CREATING A DOUBLE-STANDARD, IN RULE OF LAW, THAT FAVORS RICH, WHITE-COLLAR CRIMINALS, OVER SINGLE MOTHER’S AND BABY DADDY’S, STEALING BREAD FROM FOOD DESERTS, TO FEED THEIR MALNOURISHED CHILDREN.
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
The Undecided Voter was baffled by Donald Trump’s inability to clearly and succinctly communicate rebuttals, during his first, one-on-one debate with a seasoned politician, and a noticeably biased moderator, tossing irrelevant bread and circus distractions, disguised as relevant questions, carefully crafted to incite racial disharmony, by demanding self reflection, in presuming that all Americans, are inherently bias, racist and deplorable human beings, in order to provoke social discord, by fueling insecurity and public distrust of police, press and authority.
IT’S NOT A BLACK OR WHITE ISSUE, IT’S A CORRUPT LEADERSHIP ISSUE.
The Undecided Voter observes Hillary Clinton’s husband, Bill, and ponders the treatment of Veterans who risk their lives, in defense of freedom, for future generations of Americans, to live in a democracy, not an oligarchy, or plutocracy, reigned over by bullies and tyrants disguised as caretakers and do-gooders, who defy Rule of Law and don’t pay taxes, while pandering to Hispanics, Blacks and Women, by pretending to care about Mexicans, African-Americans and Venezuelan Beauty Pageant winners, all while attempting to dumb down masses into believing that, the “First Black President”, miraculously emerged from an Aryan vagina, belonging to a white woman named, Stanley Ann Dunham, with predominantly English but including German, Swiss, Scottish, Irish, and Welsh ancestry.
BLACK PEOPLE REALIZE THAT BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA IS NOT 100% BLACK BECAUSE HIS MOTHER WAS 100% WHITE.
“I’m not your Commander In Chief, anymore but if I were I would tell you to be more polite, now sit down!” – Bill Clinton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfQTTF9p8pk
The Undecided Voter ponders the treatment of blacks by Caucasians, like Bill Clinton, demanding that Black Lives Matter supporters, ignore his oppressive legislation, supported by his wife, Hillary, and focus instead on getting their thirteen-year old kids, off of crack, so as to ward off any potential, Crackhead Jesus, exposing the truth of hypocrisy and foiling the so-called, Democratic process, for the United Slaves Of America.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKjdGYvHTmk
“He [Bill Clinton] said, ‘Sit down, Nigger!’” – The Doctor Of Common Sense
BEFORE RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES IN 2008, THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, LEARNED TO LIVE BY THE HONOR CONCEPT, AS PART OF THE ELITE, BRIGADE OF MIDSHIPMAN, AT THE WORLD FAMOUS, UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY.
In April 17, 2007 BLOUINART INFOInternational Magazine published an article titled,
NY Artist Victor-Hugo to Run for President
The column documented the under-reported presidential candidacy of the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II, who entered the 2008 Presidential race to run against fellow former U.S. Naval Academy Midshipman Officer, John McCain and Freshman Senator Barack Hussein Obama, as reported in alternative news outlets around the world including newspapers in Iceland.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iT12_bVKIrE
The influential BLOUINART INFOInternational Magazine highlighted the New York born, Hispanic multi-media artist’s run for United States President, as a dark horse candidate, to raise awareness about the dangers of a corrupt justice system that politicized Rule Of Law in favor of anarchy, oligarchy and plutocracy.
THE UNITED SLAVES OF AMERICA
The BLOUINART INFOInternational Magazine article read:
Controversial Latino modern artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II, a native of Queens, N.Y., announced today his plans to pursue a spot on the 2008 presidential electoral ballot, taking on frontrunners Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama.
The artist said in a public statement that he will try to run for president while he continues to research his “Law and Justice in the United States” series of works.
The point of running for office, he explained, would be to educate his fans on the difficulty or ease with which a native-born American citizen can run for “the most powerful position in the world.”
He added that he hopes the investigation and his bid for the presidency inspires the “lied-to generation” to get more involved with politics and heed the warnings in Al Gores film, An Inconvenient Truth.
“I’m spending so much time in court investigating unethical attorneys and judges that I might as well find out what it takes to run for president while I’m there. Obviously, I realize that the biggest requirement is not intelligence or common sense—George W. Bush Jr. has proven that. Loads and loads of campaign contributions from interested parties is what is needed to win.” – Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II
UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY MIDSHIPMAN OFFICER CANDIDATE VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
The legendary modern-art-gonzo-journalism, “Crackhead Jesus Series”, by the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II prognosticated a modern civil war in America, manifested by blatant public corruption, emanating out of the White House, enabled by biased news media and weak investigative journalism, whose cumulative effect, undermined the halls of justice, creating dangerous double standards, for favored elitists and notable public figures, protected by the FBI, Attorney General and Police, as underprivileged constituents are slaughtered in the streets, by those hired to serve and protect them, while grave injustice permeates unchecked, through U.S. Courtrooms, enslaving all Americans, regardless of race, creed or color, with a dangerously, double-standard, Rule Of Law.
TRUTH BE TOLD, IF BLACK LIVES REALLY MATTERED WE’D START BY TAKING CARE OF BLACK WOMEN AND CHILDREN, ABANDONED BY AN IGNORED NATIONAL EPIDEMIC OF DEAD BEAT BABY DADDY’S, PROCREATING FOR SPORT, WITHOUT ACCOUNTABILITY, CONCERN OR CONSEQUENCE.
The Undecided Voter notices that news outlets, owned by Caucasians, appear to be acting in collusion, with Presidential candidates, to recklessly toss the word, “racist”, around, in a subversive attempt, to promote a modern civil war agenda, that favors orchestrating riots, violent protests and looting, to produce anarchy, across the nation, for photo ops and soundbites, that increase ratings and profits white people.
MICHELE OBAMA ASKS BLACK LIVES MATTER AND THE CLINTON NEWS NETWORK(CNN) DON LEMON, TO CONSIDER THE NEARLY 300, FORGOTTEN NIGERIAN SCHOOLGIRLS, KIDNAPPED BY BOKO HARAM IN 2014.
The Undecided Voter, notices that news outlets, owned by white men, use titillating sex scandals and beauty-queen-fat-shaming, to deflect global attention, away from documented, top-down U.S. government leadership corruption, being promulgated openly, without shame, remorse or just punishment, under the nose of frustrated taxpayers and legal immigrants, in search of the, rapidly disappearing, American Dream.
“FLOW WOMAN: POLITICAL CORRECTNESS WILL KILL DEMOCRACY.” MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II. THE TEN-FOOT TALL, OIL PAINTING, PREMIERED DURING ART BASEL MIAMI WEEK, AT THE “SHOCK” NIGHTCLUB, GRAND OPENING IN 2011.
The Undecided Voter witnessed a sniffling, impassioned, visibly temperamental, patriotic fool, lose his ability to effectively construct and prosecute a case against Hillary Clinton, while using a bad microphone, in front of a chomping-at-the-bit, live audience, being broadcast via satellite, to a record breaking number of viewers, around the world.
DISCREDITED JOURNALIST, BRIAN WILLIAMS, PEDDLING OPINION AND RHETORIC, AS FACT BASED NEWS, ON MSNBC, TO DUMB DOWN AMERICANS.
The Undecided Voter, witnessed Hillary Clinton acting like an insincere, smiling, zombie, standing beside the face and hair of a passionate, Caucasian, presidential candidate, publicly exhibiting narcissistic, histrionic and antisocial tendencies, while blatantly throwing awkwardly, restrained fits of frustration, rather than perpetuating logic, in the face of waning public trust, in unapologetically biased news media, that favors wealthy, career politicians over eccentric, wealthy outliers, that threaten, to shake up the status quo of mediocrity, that has infected American mentality, in the early 21st Century .
“IN THE ABSENCE OF COMMON SENSE, YOU GET NONSENSE AND PRETENSE.” – MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
In A Global Market Saturated With Counterfeit Paintings, Produced By Master Fabricators, Semen Serves To Authenticate Victor-Hugo Collection DNA Series of Artwork For Savvy Fine Art Collectors.
Dafen, China is home to 5,000 artists who produce dozens of replicas weekly, collectively churning out more than half of the oil paintings produced in the entire world each year. Over 5 million paintings a year are produced legally under Chinese Law where works of art fall out of copyright protection after fifty years.
“A WOMAN ALWAYS SEES WHAT SHE WANTS TO IN A MAN” (48X48) DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II. (5-21-05)
Fine art forgeries can be purchased for forty dollars on every street corner in the village of Dafen, which was founded in the 1990’s by twenty artists, trained at art academies, and a businessman.
“HANDJOB” (36X36) DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II. (1-19-05)
For roughly the price of a high-end Kindle, you can get a near perfect replica of Vincent Van Gogh’s, Starry Night or Leonardo DaVinci’s, Mona Lisa in the United States. For that reason, the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II mixes his body fluids with paint, to safeguard the investment of fine art collectors who wish to ensure the authenticity of his unique works of modern-art-gonzo-journalism.
“BLEEDING WOMAN” (36X36) DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II. (2-2-05)
The DNA Series premiered at the controversial “Ground Zero” exhibit in 2005 during Art Basel Miami Week, to critical acclaim.
RARE, COLLECTOR’S ITEM POSTCARD, PROMOTING THE CONTROVERSIAL “GROUND ZERO” EXHIBIT, WHICH INTRODUCED A GLOBAL AUDIENCE TO VICTOR-HUGO VACA II’S CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED DNA SERIES, AS SEEN ON MAJOR TELEVISION NETWORKS.
The DNA Series was inspired by, “Piss Christ”, a 1987 photograph by the American artist and photographer Andres Serrano and Chris Ofili’s “The Holy Virgin Mary”, a mixed-media painting depicting a black Madonna decorated with elephant manure which sold at auction at Christie’s in London for 2.9 million pounds ($4.6 million).
‘THE DEAD COCK” (30X30) DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, WAS SOLD, AT AUCTION, ON JANUARY 29, 2009 AT “THE HIDEAWAY BEACH CLUB”, IN MARCO ISLAND, FLORIDA, AS PART OF THE PRESTIGIOUS, “WET PAINT LIVE”, AN ANNUAL CHARITY EVENT, CREATED TO BENEFIT EDUCATION SCHOLARSHIPS, ORGANIZED BY THE LEADERSHIP MARCO ALUMNI UNDER THE AUSPICES OF THE MARCO ISLAND AREA CHAMBER OF COMMERCE AND MARY LEE MAPOTHER, ACTOR, TOM CRUISE’S MOTHER. (1-21-05)
When people protested, the City of New York and Mayor Giuliani brought a court case against the Brooklyn Museum, in an attempt to evict and withdraw the annual, $7 million City Hall museum grant, for exhibiting, “The Holy Virgin Mary”, which, then Mayor of New York City, Rudolph Giuliani, described as, “sick”and “disgusting”. The museum director, Arnold L. Lehman, then filed a federal lawsuit against Mayor Rudolph Giuliani for a breach of the First Amendment and the Brooklyn Museum won the court case.
“THE FINALE”(30X30) DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II. (2-9-05)
“When I heard artists were using blood, vomit and feces to create works of art, I thought that was disgusting.” Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II said. “I thought semen would be a better body fluid to work with, fortunately, my girlfriends agreed, so they helped me rub a few out and…well, the rest is history.”
“FOR JENNIFER” DNA SERIES, MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
The Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II is often referred to as, “The Artist Of Rock And Roll Stars And Celebrities“, because his works of art are in the collection of such notable public and entertainment industry figures as:
Don King – Boxing promoter
Tito Puente Jr. – Musician
Doug Bell – Musician (Lead Singer Bellevue Cadillac, The Cars, J Geils Band)
Skunk Baxter – Musician (The Doobie Brothers, Steely Dan)
Rick Derringer – Musician (The McCoys)
Leroy Romans – Musician (Third World, The Wailers)
Fran Sheehan – Musican (Boston)
Barry Goudreau – Musican (Boston)
Robert “Mousey” Thompson – Musician (James Brown Band)
Danny Beissel – Musician (Fosterchild)
Robin Zander – Musician (Lead Singer Cheap Trick)
Simba – Artist
James Enders – Artist (International Pop Art Guru)
DJ Josh Wetherington – Musician/Producer
DJ Rob Malone – Musician/Producer
Dan Pacini – Musician ( The Baker Act, Dirty Foot, Shoram Fusion)
Guy Le Houx – Business mogul and restaurant magnate
Robert Sadler – Wall Street Stock Trader
Julien Manival – French Nightclub Impresario
Gerry Kelly – South Beach Night Club Impresario
Oliver Geddes – Canadian Nightclub and restaurant magnate
Fred Thompson – Actor (Law & Order), U.S. Rep. Senator, Lawyer on Watergate Committee, Radio Host
H-Love Eggers – Radio Show Host
Jeff Goldblum – Actor (The Fly, Independence Day, Jurassic Park)
Bill Johnson – Founding board member of the House of Blues
Barnaby Ruhe Ph.D. – Artist, Shaman, NYU Professor
Albie Monterrosa – Musician (Lead Singer deSol, Albie and the Neighborhood, MonteRosa Band, Love At The Bodega)
James Guerrero – Musician (deSol)
Shy Figaro – Fashion Designer
Neal Fox – Composer, Filmmaker, Artist, Activist, Musician (Polydor, RCA Victor), Top Ten Dance Club Hit, “In the Jungle”
Robin Fox – Musician, Top Ten Dance Club Hit, “I See Stars”
Naughty Natalia – Radio & TV Personality, Author, Entrepreneur
Kerry Walsh – Internationally Renowned Opera Singer, TV, Theater and Film Actress
Gene Degollada – Business Mogul, Founder Stuttgart International Auto
Belinda Carlisle – Musician (Lead Singer The Go-Go’s)
Jane Wieidlin – Musician (The Go-Go’s), Actress (Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure)
Dave Wakeling – Musican (Lead Singer The English Beat, General Public)
W. Nelson Lewis – Media maven, TV Personality (FOX News Greta Live Wire), Journalist, Television Producer (FOX News Laura Ingraham Show, FOX News Greta Van Susteren, GOLF Channel)
Michael Posner – Movie Maven, Delray Beach Film Festival Founder
Roger A. Bauman – Wolfsonian Museum Advisory Board Member, Entrepreneur, Business Mogul (Baumann Cosmetic Dermatology)
Modern-Art-Gonzo-Journalism Forecast Civil Unrest In America, Fueled By A Breakdown In Public Trust Of Justice System, Government Leadership And Biased News Media, As Seen In New Times 2007 Art Basel, “Crackhead Jesus Is Coming Exhibit”, Article.
In 2007, the Miami New Times, Art Basel issue, featured an article titled, “What Is He Smoking? Victor-Hugo Vaca (II) presents an interesting art event.”
MIAMI NEW TIMES, 2007 ART BASEL ARTICLE, HIGHLIGHTS THE LEGENDARY “CRACKHEAD JESUS IS COMING” MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM EXHIBIT, CREATED BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, THAT WARNED THE WORLD, OF AN IMPENDING MODERN CIVIL WAR IN AMERICA, FUELED BY PUBLIC DISTRUST IN NEWS MEDIA AND U.S. GOVERNMENT LEADERSHIP.
The controversial Art Basel Miami week exhibit, manifested by the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II, as a warning to the world, was witnessed by over ten-thousand global citizens.
DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND AND SOLD OUT CROWDS, THE “CRACKHEAD JESUS IS COMING EXHIBIT” WAS HELD OVER FOR FIVE WEEKS DURING THE 2007 CHRISTMAS SEASON.
The Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II, modern-art-gonzo-journalism exhibit, was the largest and most attended, solo artist show, during the 2007 Miami Art Basel week.
THE INTERACTIVE “CRACKHEAD JESUS IS COMING”EXHIBIT PROPHESIED THE NET EFFECT OF NEWS MEDIA DUMBING DOWN MINORITIES TO INCITE A MODERN CIVIL WAR FOR PROFIT AND RATINGS.
Millennials and minorities with critical thinking skills trust modern-art-gonzo-journalism to predict the future being created by bias mainstream media outlets that censor news and which, in a recent Gallup Poll, have reached an all time low of public trust.
THE ART BASEL MIAMI WEEK EXHIBIT FOREWARNED THAT A BROKEN AND CORRUPT U.S. JUSTICE SYSTEM WOULD HAVE A BUTTERFLY EFFECT LEADING TO A MODERN CIVIL WAR IN AMERICA.
The elaborate multi-media event created by Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II to warn people that, no justice equals no peace, was widely ignored by the mainstream media, offended by the censored “Crackhead Jesus Exhibit” title, but embraced by thousands of people who distrust biased mainstream media and corrupt government.
THE “CRACKHEAD JESUS EXHIBIT” PROGNOSTICATED THE AGE OF DONALD TRUMP AND HILLARY CLINTON IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER FOR THE UNITED SLAVES OF AMERICA.
Blacks and Hispanics, in spite of their oppression in the broken United States education system, are not stupid. Minorities realize that the racist term, “African-American”, perpetuates a false narrative. The African-American myth perpetrated by biased mainstream media and pandering U.S. government leaders, is used to dumb down Americans into falsely believing that, all African-Americans are black. The truth being ignored is, that just as not all Asians are Chinese, not all African-Americans are black. In fact, some white African-Americans are from South Africa and lived through Apartheid, which was fueled by racism and based on Nazi principles.
THE TERM, “AFRICAN-AMERICAN” IS A RACIST INSULT TO ALL AMERICANS BECAUSE IT ASSUMES ALL AFRICANS ARE BLACK AND CREATES ANIMOSITY BETWEEN BLACKS AND WHITES WHO ARE ALL, REGARDLESS OF COLOR, UNITED SLAVES OF AMERICA.
“Why does the media continue to ignore the fundamental problem of what is transpiring in our once great nation? The lack of clear oversight for those who set the standard of competency and ethics for lawyers in the state of Florida and in other states is creating a tsunami of global distrust for U.S leadership and lawmakers who have a special rule of law for the privileged like, Hillary Clinton and O.J. Simpson, and another set of rules and laws for everyone else.”
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR HUGO PAINTING MALE FEMALE FUSION CREATED ON STAGE AT VOODOO LOUNGE IN FILM ABOUT DOMESTIC TERRORIST DRONE STRIKES.
The Modern Art Music Movement™ painting titled, “Male/Female Fusion” appeared on the ABC Television Network’s dance show titled, “Club TV” and in the independent film, “Death By Remote Control”, an American made thriller, about a serial killer, terrorizing a metropolis, with deadly drones.
BROOKLYN MURPHY AND THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II CO-STARRED IN THE AWARD WINNING (BEST FILM), “48 HOUR FILM FESTIVAL”, GRIND-HOUSE THRILLER TITLED, “THE ART OF ROADKILL”.
“Male/Female Fusion” was created on stage September 5, 2008 during the ABC Club TV Modern Art Music Movement™ MAMM Jam in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, at The Voodoo Lounge, with Modern Art Music Movement™ artists Brooklyn Murphy & Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr. , performing live art intuition with a sensual twist, simultaneously, for both the television show and film, in front of a live audience.
“MALE/FEMALE FUSION” HAS BEEN REMIXED, DIGITALLY, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, IN LIMITED EDITION SIGNED/AUTOGRAPHED Lithograph PRINTS.
IN “THE ART OF ROADKILL”, BROOKLYN MURPHY AND THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO PLAY DETECTIVES STRUGGLING TO SOLVE A SERIES OF BIZARRE MURDERS WITH AN ARTISTIC TWIST.
“Male/Female Fusion” actually appeared in two films; the independent horror film titled, “Death By Remote Control”, about a psychopath terrorizing suburban communities with his deadly, home-made drones and also in, “The Last Hit”, an award-winning mob flick available on DVD at major retailers like Wal-Mart and Target and on popular streaming networks like Amazon Prime, Hulu and Epix.
THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II HAD THE UNIQUE OPPORTUNITY OF, CROSS POLLINATING FILM CHARACTERS, BY PLACING THE HOMELESS ORACLE HE PORTRAYED IN THE CULT CLASSIC, “CRACKHEAD JESUS: THE MOVIE”, INTO THE STORYLINE OF “THE LAST HIT”.
“The Last Hit” is the story of hitman, Simon Carson, who earns his wages as an elite killer for a local crime syndicate. When he’s given an assignment to kill a young girl, he takes matters into his own hands, with revenge in his heart, and decides to protect and save her instead. The Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II has a cameo with dialogue, as a homeless war veteran suffering from PTSD, in the audience favorite at several international film festivals including the Fort Lauderdale International Film Festival (FLIFF) and La Romana International Film Festival (LRIFF) in the Dominican Republic.
“THE LAST HIT” AND “CRACKHEAD JESUS: THE MOVIE” BOTH SCREENED AT THE “LA ROMANA INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL” AND BOTH MOTION PICTURES WERE AWARDED TROPHIES, BEST FILM AND BEST SCREENPLAY, RESPECTIVELY.
“Male/Female Fusion” was manifested on building plans for a U.S. veterans hospital that was never constructed, due to the Wall Street bank bailout, that shattered the U.S. economy and sent negative reverberations throughout the global banking industry.
BEHIND THE SCENES/ ART SECRETS: RAW, UNEDITED IMAGE OF, “MALE/FEMALE FUSION”, A MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT WORK OF MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM, CREATED TO RAISE AWARENESS ABOUT THE EPIDEMIC OF ECONOMIC FRAUD, THAT MANIFESTED ECONOMIC TERRORISM ON WALL STREET THAT HAS NEGATIVELY IMPACTED 99% OF THE HUMAN POPULATION.
Scene from, “Death By Remote Control”, featuring Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II and Brooklyn Murphy as featured in the USA Today Network article, “Artist Victor Hugo Creates Diary Of World On Canvas” .
Scene from the award-winning, “48 Hour Film Festival”, grind house flick, “The Art Of Roadkill” starring Brooklyn Murphy and Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II.
Scene from the award-winning film, “The Last Hit”, featuring Modern Art Music Movement™ works of art including “Male/Female Fusion”. The climax of the movie was filmed at the beachfront home of the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II known as the “Labyrinth of Creativity On The Beach” on Hillsboro Mile A.K.A., “Millionaires Row”, a unique, scenic, yacht-lined, exclusive, one mile beach community, inhabited by artists, actors, musicians, CEO’s, Football Team Owners, Sultans and Queens.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeI4zNuSULM
Movie trailer, for the award-winning film, “The Last Hit”, featuring cameo by Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II, in the role he created for, “Crackhead Jesus: The Movie”, of a war veteran, suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), that serves as an oracle for protagonists in both films.
LILY HATCHETT INVITED THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II TO MANIFEST MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT HAPPENINGS, CAPTURED ON FILM, THAT CREATED WORKS OF FINE ART GRAFFITI, ON CANVAS.
Lily Hatchett invited former United States Naval Academy (USNA) Midshipmen Officers, Barnaby Ruhe and Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II to create works of art at the legendary, live-action multimedia art event featuring performance art, live bands, dance, fashion, video presentations, and DJ’s for a spectacular, marathon party and Modern Art Music Movement™ Happening, in Fort Myers, Florida, inside the historic, Sidney and Berne Davis Art Center, lasting two days and nights.
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II POSES FOR PORTRAIT BY BARNABY RUHE.
USNA Midshipmen Officers are taught to persevere in the face of extreme obstacles and severe impediments; important skills in the war of business, art creation and marketing strategies.
MIDSHIPMAN OFFICER VICTOR-HUGO VACA II LEADING THE 26TH PLATOON AT THE UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY IN ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND.
The Modern Art Music Movement™ Happening evolved organically, within the Hatchett Production, manifesting the largest work of art ever created by the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II on canvas, a triptych titled, “Ronald Reagan and His Monkey”. The colossal work of art has appeared in music videos and television show backdrops but has not been displayed in public since the event, due, in part, to its considerable size and the necessity of a spacious venue for proper exhibition.
MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT: DAVID HATCHETT, MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, LADY JANE, CONNIE BOTTINELLI AND LILY HATCHETT IN FRONT OF MASSIVE, “RONALD REAGAN AND HIS MONKEY”, TRIPTYCH.
Barnaby Ruhe received his doctorate in shamanism and art practice, an interdisciplinary effort combining psychology, anthropology, art history, phenomenology and art studio action.
UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY ALUMNI, BARNABY RUHE, PAINTS MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II AT THE GLOBAL WARMING ART REPORT PARTY.
World Famous Leadership Laboratory Produces Presidents, CEO’s, Artists And Modern-Art-Gonzo-Journalists.
The U.S. Naval Academy was established in 1845. The mission of the USNA is “To develop Midshipmen morally, mentally and physically.” The campus, known as “The Yard,” is a National Historic Landmark, 33 miles from Washington, D.C. and 30 miles from Baltimore. USNA students must have a congressional or presidential nomination to apply.
The U.S. Naval Academy provides a demanding four-year program leading to a Bachelor of Science degree and a commission as an Ensign in the United States Navy, or as a Second Lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps.
It is not exaggeration to describe USNA Midshipman Officers, graduates and veterans as loyal, trustworthy and hardworking furthermore, they are not only great leaders but great followers as well, because Midshipman are taught, to both lead and follow, by example.
UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY MIDSHIPMAN OFFICER VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
“The academies naturally foster the ability to get along with your fellow man, primarily because you live so close together. You have to be able to relate to senior officers, to peers, and people under you. It’s imperative. This is directly transferable to business.” – James Kinnear, Naval Academy Alumni and CEO of Texaco.
BEFORE ENTERING THE U.S. NAVAL ACADEMY, MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, (BOTTOM LEFT) COMPLETED RIGOROUS LEADERSHIP AND SURVIVAL TRAINING, AT THE NEWPORT NAVAL BASE, IN RHODE ISLAND, WHERE HE WAS PART OF THE TRIUMPHANT, NAVAL ACADEMY PREP SCHOOL SWIM TEAM.
Barnaby Ruhe graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy in 1968. He was senior editor of Art/World newspaper in the 1980s and ’90s and wrote the first New York City reviews of work by Francesco Clemente and the Starn Twins, as well as essays on Francisco de Goya, Henri Matisse, Andy Warhol and Joseph Beuys.
USNA ALUMNI, BARNABY RUHE, SERVES ON THE BOARD OF, “ARTISTS TALK ON ART”, AND IS A SIX-TIME, WORLD BOOMERANG CHAMPION.
Barnaby Ruhe, is a romantic artist, who incorporates; sentiment, gesture and psychic journeying into his paintings. He runs shaman healing workshops at the Burning Man festival, each summer, inside the Shamandome Camp.
“MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II PORTRAIT” BY BARNABY RUHE.
Barnaby Ruhe is best known for his marathon, portrait-painting sessions, like the one in January of 2009, wherein he painted fellow United States Naval Academy trained Artist, Victor-Hugo Vaca II, in Fort Myers, Florida, at Lily Hatchett’s extraordinary two-day, “Global Warming Art Report Party”.
BARNABY RUHE PORTRAIT PAINTING MARATHON WITH “RONALD REAGAN AND HIS MONKEY”, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, IN BACKGROUND OF PORTRAITS.
“Ronald Reagan And His Monkey” by Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II, combined spirit and mood while reflecting all the dance, drama, satire and media that transpired over forty-eight hours of non-stop, magic moments, at “The Global Warming Art Report Party”, encapsulating the zeitgeist into a massive, triptych painting, measuring over twelve feet tall and fifteen feet long, in one explosive marathon moment on canvas.
DETAIL FROM, “RONALD REAGAN AND HIS MONKEY”, FINE ART GRAFFITI TRIPTYCH, BY VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
In 1975 Barnaby Ruhe earned an M.F.A. from Maryland Institute College of Art and in 1989 he procured a Ph.D. from New York University. He is a professor at New York University’s (NYU) Gallatin School Of Individualized Study.
NAVAL ACADEMY ALUMNI, ARTIST, PROFESSOR AND SHAMAN, BARNABY RUHE IN MIDST OF PORTRAIT PAINTING MARATHON.
The U.S. Naval Academy is one of the nation’s best business schools, producing highly skilled individuals prepared for the battles that comprise the war of business.
Since World War II, America’s military academies have produced 1,531 corporate CEOs, 2,012 corporate presidents, over 5,000 vice presidents and thousands of small-company entrepreneurs.
The U.S. Naval Academy training includes life-long lessons in honor, teamwork, and discipline that cannot be duplicated at civilian universities or MBA programs.
AS PART OF THE USNA PREP SCHOOL TENNIS TEAM, THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, (BOTTOM LEFT) LEARNED THE IMPORTANCE OF HONOR, ETHICS AND INTEGRITY IN CHARACTER BUILDING.
Lily Hatchett, producer of “The Global Warming Art Report Party”, also graduated from the Maryland Institute College of Art, like Barnaby Ruhe, and she was the official cross-country, documentarian for the Warped Tour, Hothouse Flowers, Fishbone and Ringo Starr & The All Star Band.
ARTISTS DAVID HATCHETT, VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, LADY JANE, CONNIE BOTTINELLI AND LILY HATCHETT.
Lily Hatchett published, Indie Film and Art Reporter, NYC , from 2009-2016, focusing on obscure art and film.
Lily Hatchett’s, “Global Warming Art Report” party, was also the first time the iconic, sociopolitical, “Crackhead Jesus is coming” sticker, was seen in public, after its controversial, headline-grabbing debut, at Art Basel Miami Week, during the 2007 Holiday season.
AS SEEN IN THE MIAMI HERALD NEWSPAPER COLLECTOR’S EDITION, ART BASEL MIAMI MAGAZINE: FEATURING THE CLASSIC, MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, CRACKHEAD JESUS EXHIBIT, PROMO.
Though the sociopolitical sticker, catalogued in the Library of Congress reference book by DB Burkeman, “Stickers: From Punk Rock To Contemporary Art”, caused quite a stir because it was prominently displayed atop the canvas of fine art graffiti, created throughout the 48 hour party, Hatchett Productions did not censor the provocative artistic expression, in spite of some protest.
THE ART OF CREATION: CONTROVERSIAL “CRACKHEAD JESUS IS COMING” STICKER CAN BE SEEN ON TOP LEFT OF WORK IN PROGRESS, “RONALD REAGAN AND HIS MONKEY”, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
“The truth is artists are only millionaires on paper. They have to sell their work, and according to the IRS, their work has value whether it’s sold or not. I have small sketches, prints and paintings; they can all be valued at something.”- Barnaby Ruhe
THE FOUNDATION FOR “RONALD REAGAN AND HIS MONKEY” STARTED WITH SPRAY PAINTED GRAFFITI, BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, THAT MANIFESTED INTO COLORFUL CHARACTERS AND VISTAS IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE.
In a U.S. News & World Report 2011 survey of high school guidance counselors, regarding national universities and national liberal arts colleges providing the best undergraduate education in America, the U.S. Naval Academy ranked #1.
In 2012, U.S. News & World Report ranked the U.S Naval Academy as the #1 Public Liberal Arts College in the nation, for the second year in a row.
In the 2012 U.S. News & World Report college rankings, the U.S. Naval Academy tied for 4th Best Undergraduate Engineering among non-doctorate-granting institutions.
“I WAS OFFERED THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXPRESS MYSELF, AS AN ARTIST, ON A MASSIVE BLANK CANVAS, IN FRONT OF A LIVE AUDIENCE FULL OF LEGENDARY ARTISTS, AT A TRIPPY, TWO-DAY, NON-STOP PARTY, TO RAISE AWARENESS ABOUT GLOBAL WARMING; SO, OF COURSE, I SEIZED THE DAY AND FLOWED INTO THE UNIQUE MOMENT, WITHOUT HESITATION.” – MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
In 2016, the United States Naval Academy was ranked #2 in Public Colleges, #9 in Liberal Arts Universities, #17 best undergraduate institution and #24 Top College by Forbes magazine.
“THE ART OF CREATION BEGINS WITH A BLANK CANVAS AND AN OPEN MIND.” – VICTOR- HUGO VACA II
The U.S. Naval Academy teaches Midshipman Officers how to be effective leaders by exercising how to take command, execute orders, and making sure that those orders are carried out swiftly.
BEFORE ENTERING THE U.S. NAVAL ACADEMY IN 1989, THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, HAD TO PROVE HE WAS RELIABLE, TRUSTWORTHY AND HONEST ENOUGH TO GRADUATE FROM THE USNA PREP SCHOOL IN NEWPORT, RHODE ISLAND.
“You were never outside the environment in which leadership mattered. We marched to class and we marched to every single meal, constantly in the presence of someone exhibiting leadership.”- Robert Herres, U.S. Naval Academy Alumni and retired CEO of USAA, a $60 billion insurance company.
DETAIL FROM “RONALD REAGAN AND HIS MONKEY” FEATURING THE ICONIC “CRACKHEAD JESUS IS COMING STICKER” (TOP LEFT) BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
“If you look at the majority of successful people in business, the common feature of most of them is that they get things done, they deliver, they execute. That’s built into the DNA of what you’re taught at the military academies.”- Pete Dawkins, West Point Alumni, Heisman Trophy winner and vice chairman of Citigroup Private Banking.
BEHIND THE SCENES: “RONALD REAGAN AND HIS MONKEY”, WAS FEATURED IN THE ROCOPERA MUSIC VIDEO FOR, “SHAKE THE CITY”, PRODUCED AND DIRECTED BY, MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
“The academies are designed to produce leaders, and I think good leaders are successful irrespective of the medium they’re working in. You can have a terrific idea, a great plan, and bad leadership, and you’ll fail. You can have a bad plan and really good leadership, and still figure out how to make it successful. Leadership is the single most important ingredient in all institutions. If you have bad leaders, the rest doesn’t matter.” – James Kimsey, West Point Alumni and co-founder of America Online.
IN 1989, MIDSHIPMAN OFFICER VICTOR-HUGO VACA II WAS ADMITTED INTO THE UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY CLASS OF 1993.
“Once you absorb that, your whole mindset changes. In battle, if you’re leading a company up a hill, and that night you have to write letters to all the mothers whose sons got killed that day, for whatever reasons, you realize there is no excuse. If you’re a CEO whose company is laying off thousands of workers because you failed to understand how the market changed, you also realize there is no excuse for those people now out of a job.”- James Kimsey, looking back on how Plebes at West Point and the U.S. Naval Academy are taught to respond, “No excuse, Sir!”, when their personal shortcomings and failure are exposed.
THE SCALE OF VENUE AND ARTWORK CREATED BY VICTOR-HUGO VACA II CAN BE SEEN IN THIS AERIAL VIEW.
“The Academy training gives you an attitude, and it’s the attitude that makes the difference. When I deal with Academy people in the business world, and I am asking for something to be done, I know it’s going to get done. I don’t hear a lot of, ‘Here are my excuses,’ but rather, ‘I am going to get it done, regardless.’ And that’s leadership.”- Ron Jones, Naval Academy Alumni, senior vice president at Veridian, a computer and engineering company.
WORK IN PROGRESS FINE ART GRAFFITI BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
“We learned at the Academy that the Honor Code had no geographical boundaries or limits. It applied at all times, whether we were in or out of uniform…. At first it was rather intimidating. One slip-up could mean expulsion.” – Gil Dorland, from his book, “Duty, Honor, Company”.
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II OUTSIDE OF THE SYDNEY AND BERNE DAVIS ART CENTER IN FORT MYERS, FLORIDA.
The United States Naval Academy, implants into the fiber of being of all Midshipman Officers, key success factors and qualities in areas of the private sector, such as: honor, ethics, and integrity.
“If you don’t have honor, integrity, and ethics, it will be found out and people won’t deal with you. Whatever you do in the business environment, your word is most important. You’d better do what you say you’re going to do. Once you lose your credibility, your value diminishes dramatically, both through the eyes of the people that work for you and the people you deal with. It’s sort of a sine qua non of being successful.” – Jim Kimsey, America Online co-founder.
“The fact is, honor, ethics, and integrity are key success factors in many areas of the private sector.” – Eric Grubman, Naval Academy Alumni and a partner at Goldman Sachs.
USNA MIDSHIPMAN OFFICERS VICTOR-HUGO VACA II AND JEFF EGAN.
Elite business schools like Wharton and Harvard hold military academy graduates in high regard. In the Harvard Business School class of 2001, 37 students had bachelor’s degrees from Harvard, in second place for undergraduate training, were the service academies, with 24 alumnus.
“At Wharton, leadership was a class that we took. At the Academy, leadership was a way of life.” – Ron Jones, who attended the Naval Academy and Wharton, contrasting the education he received at each institution.
CLASS OF 1993, PLATOON 26, ROOMMATES AND USNA MIDSHIPMAN OFFICERS, LIVING AND LEARNING TO MAKE QUICK DECISIONS, IN BANCROFT HALL, THE LARGEST SINGLE DORMITORY IN THE WORLD (MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, HOLDING UP PEACE SIGN) .
The U.S. Naval Academy excels at teaching Midshipmen Officers the art of communicating swiftly and clearly with the rank and file, a skill necessary for successful CEO’s.
“Every day, you interact with your classmates and with your professors. You have got to communicate from day one as a plebe when you’re being hazed. You’ve got to communicate with your peers to survive.” – Joe Gudenburr, West Point Alumni and vice president of manufacturer, BuckBee-Mears.
THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II (FAR RIGHT) GRADUATED FROM THE NAVAL ACADEMY PREPARATORY SCHOOL; THE NAVY’S FOURTH OLDEST SCHOOL, BEHIND THE NAVAL ACADEMY, NAVAL WAR COLLEGE AND THE NAVAL POST GRADUATE SCHOOL.
Business leadership and stress go hand in hand; attending a U.S. military academy, like the USNA, provides practical stress management training.
“The academies are the finest institutions in the world at teaching honor, ethics, integrity, and loyalty. What you learn at a place like West Point will remain with you throughout your business career.” – Alexander Haig, President Reagan’s first Secretary of State, on U.S. Military Academies like the United States Naval Academy and Air Force Academy.
THE MISSION OF THE NAVAL ACADEMY PREP SCHOOL IS, “TO ENHANCE MIDSHIPMAN CANDIDATES’ MORAL, MENTAL, AND PHYSICAL FOUNDATIONS TO PREPARE THEM FOR SUCCESS AT THE UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY” – MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
Platoon leaders don’t have time to consult with headquarters during life and death combat situations, therefore Midshipman Officers are trained to make crucial quick decisions on their own, which translates into a valuable skill, in the war of business.
“Communication is very poor on the battlefield; so commanders have to react to the situation rapidly on their own with relatively limited information. There’s no time for the chain-of-command to issue orders. This is very characteristic of business. Businesses that do this well end up with higher performance.” – Jerry York, former CFO of Chrysler and IBM, vice-chairman of Tracinda, an investment company, and West Point Alumni.
MUSE CONTEMPLATES WORK OF ART BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II TITLED, “STEPPING INTO THE NIGHT”, AT THE SIDNEY & BERNE DAVIS ART CENTER.
“Too often art is about the hawking of wares, rather than about the quality of life and the human experience. Art has always existed. Humankind obviously has a need for intangibles. Even something seemingly as simple as entertainment is deeply rooted in humans, we have been entertaining each other right from the first storytellers who described occurrences and faraway places.” – Lily Hatchett
“Having survived two Plebe years, at NAPS and the United States Naval Academy, nothing fazes me; I see no limitations, only challenges.” – Maverick Artist Victor- Hugo Vaca II
USNA MIDSHIPMAN OFFICER VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
“What are the things that you can’t see that are important? I would say, justice, truth, humility, service,compassion, love. You can’t see any of those, but they’re the guiding lights of a life.” – Jimmy Carter, United States President and U.S. Naval Academy Alumni Class of 1946.
THE WORD RACIST HAS LOST ITS MEANING IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER.
The Undecided Voter knows the meaning of the word, RACIST, which by definition, demands a superior-inferior power relationship: Therefore, Caucasians, like Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, can be labeled “racist”; however, a Black or Hispanic person may be disdainful of, prejudiced against, or dislike a Caucasian, or all Caucasians for that matter, but a Black or Hispanic person or group, like La Raza or Black Lives Matter, cannot be labeled racist, ever.
TO DISTRACT FROM THE “HILLARY CLINTON PAY-FOR-PLAY-RIGGED- ELECTION-RACIST-DNC- EMAIL-SCANDALS” THE CLINTON MACHINE TRIES TO IGNITE A MODERN CIVIL WAR, BY LABELING SWATHS OF BLACKS AND HISPANICS, “ALT-RIGHT BIGOTS”, DURING THE 2016 TRUMP VS CLINTON WHITE HOUSE RACE.
The Undecided Voter realizes that Hillary Clinton is attempting to diminish the history and meaning of the word, “RACIST”, by politicizing racism and prejudice to mean: Anyone who is against corruption or oligarchy, as in; “If you do not vote for Hillary Clinton you are a racist, alt right, conspiracy theorist.”, which, of course, is simply not true.
THE UNDECIDED VOTER
The Undecided Voter notices Hillary Clinton would have American citizens and constituents believe conspiracy theorists are tantamount to racists.
CONSPIRACY THEORY OR FACT?
The Undecided Voter notices Hillary Clinton would have American citizens and constituents believe that Hispanics and Blacks who believe in change are racist.
ALT-RIGHT-HILLARY CLINTON WOULD HAVE EVERYONE BELIEVE THAT ALL HISPANICS ARE MEXICAN AND THAT ANY HISPANIC THAT SUPPORTS TRUMP IS RACIST OR IGNORANT.
The Undecided Voter notices that Hillary Clinton would have American citizens and constituents believe all Hispanics and Blacks who are pro-democracy and not in favor of plutocracy and oligarchy in the United States of America, are racist bigots or rapists.
ALT-RIGHT-HILLARY CLINTON WOULD HAVE PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT ALL BLACKS ARE LIKE BILL COSBY AND THAT ANY BLACK OR HISPANIC WHO VOTES FOR TRUMP IS RACIST AND IGNORANT.
The Undecided Voter notices Hillary Clinton would have American citizens and constituents believe that Hispanics and Blacks who believe in Democracy without corruption are racist.
ALT-RIGHT –HILLARY CLINTON WOULD HAVE PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT BLACKS AND HISPANICS WHO DON’T VOTE FOR A CORRUPT SYSTEM OF GOVERNMENT ARE RACIST.
The Undecided Voter notices Hillary Clinton would have American citizens and constituents believe that Hispanics and Blacks who believe 9/11 was an inside job are racist.
CONTEMPORARY ART CONSPIRACY THEORY MEME UNDERSTOOD BY EVERYONE, INCLUDING NEEDY LATINO’S AND SUPER PREDATORS.
The Undecided Voter notices that Blacks and Hispanics know very well, that not all Hispanics are Mexican and not all African-Americans are Black.
THIS WHITE MAN IS AFRICAN, FROM SANDTON, JOHANNESBURG, SOUTH AFRICA. HE IS, CONVICTED MURDERER, OSCAR PISTORIUS, A.K.A. THE BLADE RUNNER. IF HE WERE TO BECOME AN AMERICAN CITIZEN, BY DEFINITION; HE WOULD BE LABELED, AN IMMIGRANT AFRICAN-AMERICAN CONVICTED OF MURDER. ACCORDING TO THE NFL, UNDER THE TOXIC LEADERSHIP OF ROGER GOODELL, ANYONE WHO STANDS FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM AND THINKS OUT LOUD THAT SOME PROFESSIONAL AFRICAN-AMERICAN ATHLETES ARE VIOLENT, IS A RACIST PERSON.
The Undecided Voter notices that there are some black Brazilians and White Mexicans that are wonderful human beings and some Brown, White, Black and Hispanic people that are rapists and murderers, which, like sexual predators and killers of any color, nationality or religious belief, are dangerous to civil society and the general public as a whole.
THE UNITED SLAVES OF AMERICA SEE PAST THE TRUTH OF RACISM AND BIGOTRY BEING PEDDLED AS POLITICAL CORRECTNESS IN AMERICA.
The Undecided Voter sees Blacks and Hispanics shouting, “No justice, no peace!”, while the United Slaves Of America demand Rule Of Law be fairly applied to all Constituents.
BLACKS, HISPANICS AND WHITES ARE ALL UNITED SLAVES OF AMERICA WHEN RULE OF LAW IS NOT APPLIED FAIRLY, AS IN THE CASE OF BARRACK HUSSEIN OBAMA AND HILLARY RODHAM CLINTON.
The Undecided Voter realizes that, being educated and informed, does not make Hispanics, Blacks or Whites radical, racist, alt-right, conspiracy-theorists.
BLACKS AND HISPANICS CAN TELL WHEN A WHITE MAN LIES TO THEM ON TELEVISION AND CALLS IT NEWS.
“As a United States Naval Academy Midshipman Officer, at the world famous leadership laboratory in Annapolis, Maryland, I learned that what Hillary Clinton has done to the citizens of the United States is tantamount to treason, because her actions have left our nation vulnerable to blackmail by enemies of the state.” – Victor-Hugo Vaca II
The New York Post, which some critics consider a rag, recently published an article by Michael Goodwin titled, “American Journalism Is Collapsing Before Our Eyes.”
IT IS NO WONDER THAT PUBLIC TRUST IN NEWS MEDIA IS ALL BUT EXTINGUISHED WHEN JOURNALISM IS FUNDAMENTALLY DISHONEST IN REPORTING EDITORIAL OPINION AS FACT AND TRUTH.
The New York Times has thrown out standards and violated all journalistic integrity in favor of echoing the Whitehouse and Hillary Clinton campaign.
AMERICAN FLAG VICTOR HUGO VACA II
The New York Times echoed the false premise of weapons of mass destruction, spoon-fed by Colin Powell and the Bush Whitehouse, to careless New York Times editors who published articles encouraging war in Iraq, without fact checking.
MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM PAINTING, “THE THREE SOLDIERS” REPORTED THE WAR IN IRAQ AS BOTH AN INVASION AND A FARCE, BEFORE IT WAS CHIC, AT THE 2006 “CONTINUE TO DESCEND” EXHIBIT FEATURING WORK BY JEFF KOONS AND MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, AS NOTED IN THE NY ARTS MAGAZINE ARTICLE BY KATE HICKEY.
History will tell that bad reporting by The New York Times was partially responsible for the United States Invasion of Iraq and the continuing quagmire that exists in the Middle East, which is now bleeding heavily into Europe and on American soil.
“GOD SPOKE BUT INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISTS WERE ALL LAID OFF, SO NOBODY LEARNED A THING.” MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM STORY BOARD DRAWING BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
Instead of using investigative journalism to confirm facts properly before publishing content as a beacon of news and information for public trust, The New York Times, Miami Herald and Fort Myers News Press, to name a few, appear to be practicing copy and paste journalism that makes modern-art-gonzo-journalism seem more like Jon Stewart’s, “The Daily Show”, to cultured Millennials.
IT IS ESTIMATED THAT BETWEEN 6-10% OF REVENUE, ACTUALLY GOES TO CHARITY, IN “THE CLINTON FOUNDATION”, EVEN LESS IN FLY BY NIGHT CHARITIES, THAT EXPLOIT HANDICAPPED CHILDREN, WOMEN AND VETERANS FOR POLITICAL FAVORS AND PERSONAL ENRICHMENT.
“I mean, honestly, the question, I think, now for the Clintons is, ‘What else don’t we know? What don’t we know about your donors? What don’t we know about the conflicts of interest that those donors represent when Mrs. Clinton is serving as Secretary of State?’ We are now finding out that so little of those charitable donations actually go to charitable works.” – Republican presidential candidate Carly Fiorina
2013 ANNUAL REVENUE OF THE CLINTON FOUNDATION WAS $149 MILLION OF WHICH $9 MILLION OR 6% ACTUALLY MADE ITS WAY TO CHARITY IN GRANTS, ALLEGEDLY.
To be fair, according to Katherina Rosqueta, the founding executive director of the Center for High Impact Philanthropy at the University of Pennsylvania, “There is an important distinction between an operating foundation vs. a non-operating foundation; An operating foundation implements programs so money it raises is not designed to be used exclusively for grant-making purposes. When most people hear ‘foundation’, they think exclusively of a grant-making entity. In either case, the key is to understand how well the foundation uses money — whether to implement programs or to grant out to nonprofits.”
THE UNDECIDED VOTER
Katherina Rosqueta, The Undecided Voter notices, is suggesting the Clinton Foundation is an “operating foundation.”
“THE GONIF INSIDE” MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM STORY BOARD DRAWING BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
The Clinton Foundation allegedly spent 12 percent of its revenue on travel and conferences and 20 percent of its revenue on salaries.
GONIFS COLLUDE WITH JOURNALISTS TO BAMBOOZLE DO-GOODERS INTO EXPLOITING THE FEEBLE MINDED AND WEAK IN SACRIFICE OF PUBLIC TRUST.
Mr. Bill was a friend of mine. When he needed shelter, I housed him. When he needed food, I fed him. One day, Mr. Bill called to ask a favor of me.
“The All Stars are getting together again, would you like to be part of the reunion?” He asked.
I recalled the thrill of being on stage, in front of thousands of cheering fans in Fort Myers, Florida, using my gift of synesthesia to interpret wavelengths and frequencies of music in color on canvas, with rock & roll legends, who collectively, sold over half a billion records worldwide.
“Is it going to be like the first time?” I asked.
“ALL STAR MAMM JAM” BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II.
“Yes.” He answered. “Only this time, it will be to benefit handicapped children. My girlfriend’s son has autism. He attends the Able Academy in Naples. I wondered if you wouldn’t mind working with them the day before the show at the school. The band is going to be there and so is FOX News. At the concert, I’ll make sure the stage is set up properly. If you don’t mind, we’ll bring the kids up and let them paint with you during one of the songs. You can stay with the band at the beachfront mansion I rented and I’ll cover your travel expenses. What do you say, can you do it?”
“Sure.” I answered.
“Oh, and after we perform for the children in Naples, we’re scheduled for a gig in Fort Myers, at the opening game of spring training for the World Series champions, the Boston Red Sox.” Mr. Bill paused before continuing. “So, you’ll be there too, right? You can create three Modern Art Music Movement paintings to commemorate the All Star weekend.”
“Yeah, sure, no problem. I’ll be there for all three MAMM Jams”
After hanging up with Mr. Bill, I got a phone call from my best friend Todd in New York, a huge Orthodox Jew that looks like an albino gorilla wearing a yamaka. He’s a wrestling champion, nicknamed, “The Hebrew Hammer”, who plays the harmonica with chutzpa and soul.
“My friend just invited me to a VH1 Fashion Week Party full of notable celebrities, he’s one of the performing artists, so it’s going to be VIP all the way, you want to come? VH1 gave him a suite at the Times Square Marriott, there’s plenty of room, you can be my guest.” Todd said.
“I would love to.” I answered, before realizing that the dates conflicted with the bond I had given to my friend Mr. Bill for sake of the children at the Able Academy. “Why don’t you join me in Fort Myers for an All-Star MAMM Jam with former members of Boston, Steely Dan, The Doobie Brothers, Third World, The Wailers and The James Brown Band, to benefit mentally handicapped children? I’ll tell Mr. Bill I’m bringing you as my guest and you can stay with me at the beachfront mansion he’s renting for the band.”
“You sure it’s going to be alright, remember, I’m Kosher, what about Shabbat?”
“ Dude, they’re rock legends, not anti-semites.”
“Alright, I’ll buy my ticket to fly down to your Labyrinth of Creativity on the beach near Miami. I’ll rent a big car for us to drive across Alligator Alley together, as long as you make sure I can celebrate my Weekly Holy Day.”
“You got it, Todd. I promise.”
So began my covenant with the Able Academy kids and my friends, never realizing that my commitment would lead to a series of events that left me afraid of charity and suffering Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
CHAPTER ONE: THE SPECIAL ARTIST FROM NYC
The day before meeting the Able Academy kids in Naples, I was scheduled to appear on WRPBI-TV, which broadcasts out of Boca Raton, Florida, to promote the All Star event in Fort Myers. Prior to my interview, on a show titled, “Out Of The Haze with Bryan Hayes”, I was introduced to Snow, a Canadian Reggae Musician, whose song, “Informer”, has been recorded twice in the “Guinness Book Of World Records” as the best selling reggae single in U.S. History, as well as the highest charting reggae single in history, after spending seven consecutive weeks at Number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1993.
I signed an autograph for Snow’s daughter talked to his manager, invited them all to the event in Fort Myers and next thing I knew, I was being asked intimate questions about my career as a “maverick artist” on a soundstage, in front of a television camera. According to Todd, who watched the show on a monitor backstage, the half-hour interview was “perfect”.
Outside, the weather was beyond nasty, torrential downpours and lightning strikes peppered the day and were forecast deep into the night. My trip across Alligator Alley to Fort Myers would be a dangerous journey. Thunder struck as Todd and I exited the television station, making a mad dash for the rental car, through deep puddles, under umbrellas that failed to keep us dry. Soaked, we began our adventure to the west coast of Florida, in the name of charity.
Halfway over the treacherous road that cuts through the Everglades, I received a text message from Mr. Bill advising me that Skunk Baxter, formerly of the Doobie Brothers and Steely Dan, had arrived at the Fort Myers beachfront mansion with his grandchildren, which meant there was no room for Todd and I.
There are no U-turns or exits on Alligator Alley, it’s one- way in and one-way out so, we had no choice but to stay the course. The weather was grave, as we drove cautiously through the darkness of night with little road visibility, in spite of glaring high beams, that only shined light on our immediate predicament. I could not respond to Mr. Bill’s untimely message in the midst of such severe weather because of our remote location, in the middle of the Everglades, which offered no cell phone reception.
After a grueling five and a half-hour road trip, Todd and I made it to Mr. Bill’s home near the Henry Ford and Thomas Edison estates in Fort Myers. My cell phone battery was dead, so I knocked on the door and asked Mr. Bill’s housekeeper to notify him of our arrival. I smiled at Todd, when I noticed the framed painting of, “Cristomujer”, which I had personally signed and gifted to Mr. Bill when he last stayed at my home as a houseguest, hanging prominently on his living room wall. Todd and I looked at framed photographs of Mr. Bill standing side by side with every single United States President since Richard Nixon and other notables in the music and entertainment world, as his voice carried over the cell phone speaker of his house-keeper.
“Don’t send them over to the beach house.” Mr. Bill said, unaware that he was on speakerphone.
“Shall I set them up here?” The housekeeper asked, with an embarrassed look on his face.
“No! Let them sleep in the fixer-upper.”
“But, there’s no beds or furniture, there’s no hot water or locks on the doors. Are you sure? There’s plenty of room here.”
“I don’t want them staying at the house, do what I tell you.” Mr. Bill said firmly before ending the call abruptly.
“I thought you said this guy was your friend?” Todd asked.
“He is.” I said, with a confused look on my face, as I dripped onto Mr. Bill’s wooden floor in front of his housekeeper, who looked back at me with pity.
“There’s a mattress in the garage. The garage is full of junk. If you guys help me, we can take the mattress out, put it in my truck, and you both can sleep on it over at the fixer-upper.”
An hour later, after wiping cobwebs and spiders off a stained mattress in the middle of a thunderstorm, we arrived at what appeared to be a crack house near the Edison Estate in Fort Myers. There were no blinds, shades or window treatments for privacy. Puddles riddled rooms in fluid Rorschach shapes from leaks in the ceiling. A blood red stain covered the kitchen floor in the manner of a human body drawn by Keith Haring, which made the place appear like a crime scene.
“You’ll have to climb through the window.” Mr. Bill’s housekeeper announced before exiting through the dank garage.
“I thought I heard you say there was no locks on the doors.” Todd interjected.
“Well, I don’t have keys for the padlocks used to secure the front and back exits, so, you’ll have to climb through the window if you really got to get out, otherwise, just come and go through the garage.” Mr. Bill’s housekeeper said in visible breaths that sliced through the pungent smell of mildew permeating the carport. “Doors broke, so it’s always open.”
“Are you serious?” Todd asked, looking at me sternly.
“Oh, and the toilets don’t work.” Mr. Bill’s housekeeper paused before adding, “And, I wouldn’t drink the water either, it’s brown.”
Todd and I were out of there, back into the storm, without a place to rest, hours before I was supposed to perform for handicapped children in Naples and thousands of classic rock and Boston Red Sox fans in Fort Myers.
After Midnight, we showed up at the beachfront mansion, where we were initially supposed to stay. I called Mr. Bill, to let him know we were outside but he didn’t answer the phone. Minutes later, he responded with a text message that read, “You can’t stay here. Don’t ring the bell, you’ll wake the band”.
Todd and I stared in disbelief, through buckets of rain being scattered by windshield wipers, at a huge RV that could easily sleep a dozen people, parked outside the beachfront mansion, while I contacted my manager to explain the situation.
“Can you find us a hotel?” I pleaded.
Half an hour later, my manager called back to say that all hotels in the Fort Myers area were booked. She said she would try to find us a hotel within a hundred mile radius and call back once she had secured a room for us.
In that time, Todd received a call from his friend, who had just finished performing at the VH1 fashion show in New York City, he was on speakerphone, so I could hear every detail of how awesome the event was and how amazing the star-studded after-party was going. I slumped into the seat as Todd stared down at me. I felt like such a shmuck.
“Why don’t you guys fly over on the red eye? There are hot models everywhere! I’ve got a suite at the Marriott Times Square for the weekend, the party’s just begun!”
Finally, around 2 a.m., my manager called with reservations for a hotel in Naples, not far from the Able Academy, where I was supposed to arrive at 8 a.m. to rehearse for my 9 o’clock performance with the All Stars in front of FOX News cameras and a roomful of handicapped children. The hotel was about two hours away, according to the GPS. It would cost me $287.00 to rest my head for a few hours, or I could hop on a flight with Todd and be in Manhattan, cavorting with A-list celebrities and models all weekend.
“It’s up to you.” Todd said. “I can drive us to the airport or to the hotel. Mr. Bill doesn’t sound like a very good friend and I don’t think he’s going to honor his word. Let’s cut our losses and get out of here.”
“Yeah, but I promised these kids. My manager says they’ve been studying my work for weeks and are looking forward to meeting me.” I answered, not sure why I cared, since, I don’t have children of my own and I much prefer partying with women than I do playing with kids. My instinct told me to get on a plane to New York and live like a party animal for the weekend but my heart told me to do the right thing and stay for the youngsters at the Able Academy.
Darkness shifted from crimson to amethyst before turning azure in the heaven above, shining a bright light in my eyes through the window shades, as the alarm went off, two hours after falling asleep. Todd stayed in bed; there was no waking him up. My brain was mush from lack of rest and my body ached from being trapped in a car for over ten hours. When I arrived at the Able Academy, the director of the school told me that Mr. Bill had just called to inform her that the All Star Band was not coming and since the band had cancelled, FOX News decided to abort the affair as well.
I had never worked with handicapped children before in my life. Without a clue, I told the director of the school to follow my lead and we would make something special happen for the rising generation. I determined the disabled kids would get a MAMM Jam, with or without Mr. Bill and his All Star Band.
“The show must go on”, I thought, through all the confusion. So, I grabbed some canvas, paints and brushes, out of the trunk of my car; found a radio and some strobe lights and hustled into the Able Academy as a text message from my manager came in, reminding me not to be late for the “Boston Strong MAMM Jam” , honoring victims of the Boston bombing at the Boston Red Sox Spring Training opener in Fort Myers at noon.
I told the school director that I only had two hours before having to rush over to the stadium. She said it wasn’t enough time to spend with all the kids and that they would be disappointed because they had spent weeks examining my work in anticipation of my arrival.
I suggested doubling the number of youngsters I would work with at a time and she said that would be impossible because mentally handicapped children could be uncomfortable and unpredictable in large groups. She warned me that even with the most experienced of teachers and professional counselors, they could get violent or unruly. I told her we didn’t have a choice and so my spontaneous adventure in art therapy with the special kids at the Able Academy began.
CHAPTER TWO – BOSTON STRONG
“All interesting artists are autodidacts.” – Massimiliano Gioni
In some Italian provinces, the word ‘artist’ is a synonym for dunce. An artist must walk a tightrope between being perceived as an illustrious nobody or a famous intellectual by critics disguised as cultural sycophants in an arena filled with smoke and mirrors. Being a creator is not a career for fragile egos, so to be a virtuoso, one must have thick skin.
I have been called all sorts of things by critics, not all of them complimentary, but I survive and my work will live on, long after my corporal being exits this plane of existence, in the expanding multi-universe.
In 2005, after performing a MAMM Jam with Rhythmm Epkins, drummer for “The English Beat”, and founder of the R&B funk group, “Mind, Body & Soul”, to raise money for the mentally handicapped, at a sold-out show in Bakersfield, California, where the first five rows were reserved for the mentally challenged, who were the most appreciative audience I have ever had the pleasure of performing in front of, I became known, by some critics, as, “Victor-Hugo: The Artist of Retards”.
When I performed MAMM Jams during 2009 Art Basel Week in Miami, Florida to sold-out, standing room only crowds attending the infamous, “Crackhead Jesus: The Second Coming Art Exhibition”, at the “Buck 15 Gallery Lounge” on Lincoln Road, a large group of women from Weight Watchers joined me onstage while I painted the unique moment on canvas, at which point, I became known, by some critics, as, “Victor-Hugo: The Artist of Fat Chicks and Retards”.
Some call me, “The Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo” others call me, “The Maverick Meatball”. Whatever the case, I’m happy. However, as I am an artist/activist birthed from a business background, I’ve come to notice that artists are often treated like “The-Retards-of-the-Business-World” instead of sober-entrepreneurs, by some ignorant top brass. Though, thankfully, not all influence makers exploit an artists’ passion, those who choose to dim the light instead of fueling the soul, manifest dark energy that fills the multi-universe, all this, in spite of knowing that entertainment is, in fact, like any other business, an industry that must flow perpetually, in balance of soul currency, to exist infinitely.
Art is not cheap to create. It takes effort, ingenuity and time and since time is money, if I had a Bitcoin, for every time someone, like Mr. Bill, told me, “Why don’t you perform for free, it’ll be good exposure?” or, “How about giving me one of your paintings, for free, to hang in my mansion, so all my filthy-rich friends can see your work, while smoking weed?” I’d be a tycoon of Rothschild proportions.
Do these unenlightened moguls ask Doctors to perform surgery for free or ask lawyers to satisfy their legal issues, free of charge, because it’s good practice?
I don’t think so. An artist must always risk failure, for failure is part of the process but that doesn’t mean creators should accept the status quo of double-dealing in business matters or any other affairs. An artist has class mobility, for that reason, particularly in a disturbed society, a virtuoso must ask the right questions, open consciousness, raise awareness and elevate minds.
An artist should serve mankind, for that reason, humanity should not become complacent with the profiteering of an artist because a true artist can be childlike forever and the exploitation of children is detrimental to any culture pursuing Enlightenment. Some muddled people feel the world doesn’t need artists because art doesn’t meet our basic needs to survive but that’s bogus; art fuels the soul currency of human capital that trumps any banknote or material treasure.
These thoughts raced through my aching head, as I prepared to meet my audience of special children at The Able Academy in Naples, Florida, hours before my gig with the All Stars at the Boston Red Sox Spring Training Opener in Fort Myers, Florida, to honor victims of the Boston Marathon bombing. As if taunting my choice of career, the outstretched, blank canvas, measuring 36 x 71, clipped to the front of a long table turned on it’s side, resting atop another elongated table, stared back at me, screaming, “Fail! Fail! Fail!”
I’ve heard people say that animals can sense fear and weakness. I don’t know what experts say about children with autism but I can tell you this, the moment the Able Academy director opened the door, to let kids into the room where I stood vulnerable, feeling helpless and alone in a cruel world, a beautiful boy ran to me, clasped my knees lovingly and looked up at me like a cherub in a chapel. I felt such overwhelming affection from the pint-sized angel holding a tight grip on me that, in an instant, all the negativity and cynicism inside of me washed away like the Great Flood. I fought back tears in that abstract moment that seemed to last a lifetime because I did not want to break down in front of the celestial beings surrounding me.
One by one, frail angels entered the room, coalescing in the ecstasy of colors, dancing freely with paint and brushes in their tiny hands as they guided me through the purity of love being expressed on canvas without shame, guilt or remorse. I noticed one child slumped in the corner with his face in his hands. He beckoned me with magnificent eyes that stared at me through the cracks in his fingers.
“”Would you like to paint with us?” I asked, as I knelt down before him.
“Art has power.” He said, letting his guard down.
“Yes, it does.” I said as I placed a brush in his hand. “Show me what you can do.”
“Believe in your greatness and it will be the death of your creativity.” He said, taking my hand in his and leading me to the canvas where we melted into the void of color alongside the other offspring.
The joy was so intense, time flew by the way magic moments do and before I knew it the unique experience was over. I said goodbye to the kids, packed my equipment, called Todd, who was patiently waiting outside the hotel after having checked out and assured him I was on my way to get him for the hour-long journey to Fort Myers.
He reminded me that we were running late.
Before leaving, the stunned school director asked me how I had managed to get the catatonic child to speak. She said it was a miracle because the juvenile never spoke to anyone. I told her I communicated with respect and dignity. The innocent confided in me that the adults didn’t understand them and didn’t pay attention, which frankly, was no surprise to me, since out of the mouth of babes comes truth and most adults can’t handle the truth, which is why some adolescents choose to stay silent.
Traffic was at a crawl, leading up to the stadium in Fort Myers. It seemed all of creation had come to cheer for the World Series Champions at the Spring Training Opener. My manager had coordinated for the Boston Red Sox to sign the painting created with the Able Academy children, for the artwork to be auctioned off in their benefit but when I got to the stadium, Mr. Bill chastised me for my manager doing so, claiming she had overstepped her bounds, “It’s my show, damn it!” He stated indefatigably before adding, “Hurry up, you’re late! The band goes on stage in 10 minutes.”
“This is your friend?” Todd said, looking at Mr. Bill with disgust and me with sympathy, as Mr. Bill’s girlfriend Melissa approached me with open arms and a huge smile.
“Oh my God! I heard you got my son to speak, I wish I could have been there.” She said holding back tears.
“Why weren’t you?” I thought to myself, sinking into her warm embrace while Mr. Bill stared back at me with contempt that I could not explain.
One by one, the All Stars embraced me before going on stage. I was reunited with members of Bon Jovi, Boston, The Doobie Brothers, Steely Dan, The Wailers, Third World, The James Brown Band and Foster Child, none of which were aware of the harrowing experience that had preceded our moment in time before the Boston Red Sox fans in Fort Myers. Like the victims of the Boston bombing, I was determined to carry on, undaunted by adversity, and so I did, creating “Boston Strong” alongside music industry titans, in front of a live audience on February 28, 2014.
The painting, “Boston Strong”, is signed by Bon Jovi’s bass player, Hugh McDonald ; Fran Sheehan, the former bassist and original member of the band Boston; Barry Goudreau, guitarist and original member of the band Boston; Leroy Romans, former keyboard player for Third World and The Wailers; Robert “Mousey” Thompson, drummer for the late James Brown; Danny Beissel of the band Foster Child; B.A.M. (Bad Ass Musician) and Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo.
Philanthropy is great but some charities are a sham whose only purpose is to make money for the producer of the fundraiser. Most charities are legitimate but others exploit children, veterans or the handicapped by using paid fundraisers whose fees eat up most of a donation through loopholes, so very little money is actually shared with those most in need.
In 2013, total giving to charitable organizations was $335.17 billion. Hundreds of charities claim to help the disadvantaged but how much of the money raised actually goes to the cause being donated to and how much cash goes to the fundraiser?
The answer, unfortunately, is almost nothing goes to the motive. Even if regulators try to shut down unscrupulous fundraisers for fooling donors, most operate without fear of reckoning because mainstream media, that survives on the public trust of its audience, has accepted exploitation of the underprivileged as status quo and therefore under reports the fact that very little money makes it to those who need it most when it comes to fundraising.
Case in point, the story of Charles Runnells, who covers arts and entertainment for The News Press in Fort Myers, Florida. When asked to research allegations of fraud by an alleged scammer in his community, focusing on specific causes like handicapped children and disabled veterans to play on the generosity of his readership, Mr. Runnells dismissed the accusation, as not worthy of his time for a thorough, in-depth investigation.
If you are thinking about giving to a charity, beware of fundraisers who: refuse to provide detailed information about identity, mission, costs and how donations will be used; won’t provide proof that a contribution is tax deductible; use high-pressure tactics in shaming you to donate; refuse to provide proof of percentage of donation actually going to the charity; refuse to provide forensic accounting of how much money will be going to the fundraiser, after expenses; are not registered with the state as a charity or fundraiser.
If you think you’ve been the victim of a charity scam, file a complaint with the Federal Trade Commission or contact your State Attorney. There is no glory in being a stooge. Stand strong in the face of adversity. Your action can help detect patterns of unscrupulousness that may lead to investigations and prosecutions.
I wrote some of what you just read on canvas, in front of Red Sox fans, during my performance at the Boston Strong Modern Art Music Movement (MAMM) Jam in Fort Myers, FL. When I’m on stage, I enter a trance, filling the void with colorful letters that swirl into words that dance in syncopation to the wavelengths and frequencies of sounds that surround me, manifesting sentences that educate audiences in a cacophony of coloring that provides a foundation, for the work of art created to serve as a historical document of the event, for future generations to consider, and digest, in light of the fact that, if you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything, because truth is imprinted on the canvas of life.
If what’s alleged about Bill Cosby is less sweet than a pudding pop, watchdog journalists, like Mark Whitaker, won’t investigate thoroughly; so too when it comes to Mr. Bill in the news press. In 1914, Walter Williams wrote “The Journalist’s Creed”. Essentially, it reads:
I believe in the profession of journalism.
I believe that the public journal is a public trust, that all connected with it are, to the full measure of responsibility, trustees for the public, that all acceptance of lesser service than the public service is a betrayal of trust.
I believe that clear thinking, clear statement, accuracy and fairness are fundamental to good journalism.
I believe that a journalist should write only what he holds in his heart to be true.
I believe that suppression of the news, for any consideration other than the welfare of society, is indefensible.
I believe that no one should write as a journalist what he would not say as a gentleman, that bribery by one’s own pocket book is as much to be avoided as bribery by the pocketbook of another, that individual responsibility may not be escaped by pleading another’s instructions or another’s dividends.
I believe that advertising, news and editorial columns should alike serve the best interests of readers; that a single standard of helpful truth and cleanness should prevail for all; that supreme test of good journalism is the measure of its public service.
I believe that the journalism which succeeds the best and best deserves success fears God and honors man; is stoutly independent; unmoved by pride of opinion or greed of power; constructive, tolerant but never careless, self-controlled, patient, always respectful of it’s readers but always unafraid, is quickly indignant at injustice; is unswayed by the appeal of the privilege or the clamor of the mob; seeks to give every man a chance, and as far as law, an honest wage and recognition of human brotherhood can make it so, an equal chance is profoundly patriotic while sincerely promoting international good will and cementing world-comradeship, is a journalism of humanity, of and for today’s world.
Well, that was then and this is now. In the internet age of NBC News Director, Brian Williams, being everywhere but in reality, journalist’s hide behind clips of kittens, puppies and laughing babies trending online, while wiping their asses with the Journalist’s Creed, which is why, I fused Hunter S. Thompson’s gonzo journalism with Salvador Dali’s style of impregnating subliminal messages into psychedelically-poetic-cryptic works of art, to create modern art gonzo journalism for The Lied To Generation through the Modern Art Music Movement (MAMM).
The twenty-four hour news cycle is brimming with cross-legged beauties wearing little more than big smiles while flashing their stately pair of gams for the camera’s voyeuristic gaze as teleprompters feed them the horrific news of the day, before thanking rainbow colored pundits tripping over themselves to avoid saying, “You’re welcome”, in response to the inviting news anchors gratitude for joining the staged broadcast. Instead, we as audience witness talking heads state, with great inflection intimating courteous one-upmanship, “No! Thank you, for having me, on your program.”
One can only imagine the number of viewers who masturbate while watching the news, in a world where titillation has replaced fact and, on that note, with a long, hard stroke of my thick, wet brush I finished painting “Boston Strong” in front of an open-mouthed audience in Fort Myers, Florida, that was begging for more. Alas, there was no encore from the All-Star Band, at the Boston Red Sox Spring Training Home-Opener. The eager crowd got what they deserved and from the satisfied look on their faces, they loved every moment of the MAMM Jam experience.
“What the hell was that?” Mr. Bill asked, when I got off stage.
“Modern art gonzo journalism.” I answered, nonplussed. “I paint the news.”
“Thank God it wasn’t one of your DNA Series.” Mr. Bill shook his head in disgust and walked away muttering. “Sperm painting.”
“Hey Bill, where am I staying tonight? I don’t have a place to rest and last night cost me three hundred bucks out of pocket. What’s up?” I asked the back of Mr. Bill’s head.
“We’ll talk about it later.” Mr. Bill answered, without turning around. “I’m busy.”
At that moment, I remembered a rumor about a friend of mine who plays with The Cars, J Geils Band and The Bellevue Cadillac. Allegedly, Mr. Bill had asked the beloved musician to join the All Star Band for a gig on Wall Street to raise money for wounded veterans but when it came time to reimburse the artist for travel expenses and accommodations, as promised, Mr. Bill failed to honor his word and left the well-respected performer in the red.
It’s a small world and news travels fast about a person’s reputation but all I knew about Mr. Bill at that point was, that like Bill Cosby, both men were highly regarded, well-liked and doted on by those who did not wish to disturb the Natural Order of Things in the entertainment world, so bad press was hard to come by for either man and uttering anything negative about Mr. Bill or Bill Cosby, was simply taboo in the entertainment industry.
I chose to reserve judgment as I stared at Mr. Bill ignoring my concerns in favor of being fawned by fans, backstage, in front of his girlfriend, Melissa. The truth is hard to swallow, so I buried my instinct and threw myself into the only thing that made sense to me at that point; the steady process of cleaning brushes, packing paint cans and breaking down my easel after an exhausting MAMM Jam performance.
THE UNDECIDED VOTER ASKS: IS NEWS MEDIA COLLUDING WITH “THE CLINTON FOUNDATION” AND OTHERS TO EXPLOIT HANDICAPPED CHILDREN, WOMEN AND VETERANS, IN GROSS VIOLATION OF PUBLIC TRUST?
“The Retarded Artist From NYC Gets Call From Mr. Bill Asking Favor To Perform For Abel Academy Kids” by Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II
“I just ran into Taylor Swift Shabbat and Clive Davis, I thought you were catching the red eye. Where the hell are you guys?”
“We’re at the Boston Red Sox game.” Todd answered his animated friend, who was calling from a New York City Fashion Week event.
“Well get your ass over here, Beyonce and Jay-Z invited me to their crib for a V.I.P. after party tonight and they said I can bring some friends.”
“I can’t make it, the Jewish Sabbath is in a few hours and we still don’t have a place to stay. Maybe tomorrow, after Shabbat.”
“What? I thought you said your friend set you up at a beach house with a bunch of rock stars.”
“He did but his friend bailed out on us and now we’re wandering about like vagabonds.”
The crack of a wooden bat smashing a baseball over the fence for a home-run sent the sold-out crowd into a frenzy drowning out the humiliating conversation going on beside me between Todd and his V.I.P. friend in Manhattan. I could hear every word screaming out of his cell phone as my Android vibrated to alert me that my manager was calling.
“You’re not going to believe this.” My manager said when I answered her call. “Mr. Bill told me to have Todd pay for a hotel but there are no hotels, it’s season, everything is booked.”
“What?” I answered in disbelief as Todd ended his call and eavesdropped on my conversation.
“Mr. Bill said, Todd’s Jewish.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked.
“Mr. Bill said, there’s no such thing as a poor Jew, therefore,” My manager sounded stunned by his logic.
“I assume, he figured…”
“I knew it. Mr. Bill’s an anti-semite! He looked at me kind of funny when we met. Stop being a cheap Jew and pay for a hotel.” Todd growled at me as he rearranged the black yamaka, adorned with the Star of David, on his head.
“Hot dogs! Peanuts! Get your hot dogs and peanuts here.” The vendor shouted as timber splintered after colliding with a baseball that flew over the fence sending hearts soaring for the World Series champions who manifested another point on the scoreboard as, exhausted, I rose, embarrassed and confused, in a sea of Boston Red Sox fans.
“That’s not happening. Todd’s not paying for the hotel. What the hell is wrong with Mr. Bill?” I shouted into the phone as the crowd around me reverberated with delight.
“Why don’t you tell him that?” My manager asked. “Isn’t Mr. Bill with you?”
“No. He said he would come by to get Todd and I before the seventh inning stretch, so we could all go out for a late lunch, it’s already the bottom of the eighth.”
“I told you, Mr. Bill ain’t coming!” Todd shouted over my shoulder into the phone. “I’m starving.”
“Get Todd a hotdog.” My manager suggested as I put her call on speakerphone.
“I’m Kosher! That dog’s not kosher! I need to follow Jewish dietary law.”
“Listen, I found a beach house for you guys. The owners are big fans and willing to trade accommodations in exchange for four tickets to the All Star MAMM Jam in Fort Myers tomorrow night. I told Mr. Bill and he said he would get back to me but I haven’t heard from him, so if you see him, tell him to call me ASAP.” My manager said before hanging up.
“Let’s get out of here.” Todd kvetched. “Shabbat starts at sunset.”
We sat in traffic for hours with all the snowbirds, waiting to hear from Mr. Bill but he never returned my calls or text messages. Finally, my manager called with the news that Mr. Bill refused to barter four tickets in exchange for safe shelter.
“He said Todd should stop being cheap and pay for a hotel.” My manager added with disgust, as I put her on speakerphone. “Mr. Bill suggested you guys stay at his house or a trailer that’s supposed to be parked in his driveway later tonight.”
“I need to find shelter before the sun goes down. ” Todd insisted. “That anti-semites home is too far away at this point, we’ll never make it before Shabbat.”
My manager promised to continue searching for hotel accommodations on the web while we dodged in and out of roadside motels without no-vacancy signs, through crawling traffic, as the sun beat down on us before beginning to set.
“There’s got to be something.” I pleaded with the motel desk clerk who, like all the other hotel clerks I’d interacted with in the twilight, informed me that because we were, “In-Season”, there were no vacancies.
“My cousin, owns a motel just over the bridge, it’s called The Welcome Inn. I will call him now to see if he has any rooms available.” The pungent smelling clerk said in an almost unintelligible East Indian accent.
“Please hurry, I think my friends going to turn into a Pumpkin if I don’t find him a place to stay before sundown.” I said, while looking out at Todd shifting nervously while reading the Torah, behind the wheel of our packed rental car in the parking lot.
“Good news.” I told Todd as I entered the car five minutes later. “We have a room at The Welcome Inn, I made reservations. It’s just over the bridge. We should make it before sunset.”
And, we did. Just as the sun began to set, we drove past the hookers and crack-heads into the parking lot of The Welcome Inn. When I opened the door to our room, the first thing I saw was graffiti. Written in black magic marker on the dark green wall, beneath the black mildew from the leaking, air-conditioning unit, were the words, “Fuck You”, staring back at me. The writing on the wall was literally a sign of things to come during my stay with The Hebrew Hammer on Shabbos at, what came to be known as, “The Unwelcome Inn”.
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR- HUGO VACA II BEFORE GETTING ON STAGE TO PERFORM MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT WITH MUSIC INDUSTRY LEGENDS TO BENEFIT CHILDREN’S CHARITY.
“I’ve seen the dark side of charity, the hypocrisy of philanthropy, enabled by weak news media and neutered journalists, that fail to tell altruistic people where their donations are really going and how little money actually goes, into helping the cause.” – Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II
In 2006, “NY Arts Magazine” and “China Arts Magazine” listed www.victorhugogallery.com in their annual catalog of “The Top Art Websites”. The “International Edition” of the collectors item catalog premiered to a global audience of art critics in 2006 at “Art Basel” in Miami Beach, Florida, featuring artwork from a diary of the world on canvas created by New York born Hispanic artist, Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr.
CONTINUE TO DESCEND Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II Jeff Koons Broadway Gallery Soho Manhattan New York City
That same year, “Art Fairs International Magazine” featured an article about Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr.’s top art website after his February 17-28, 2006, art exhibit with Jeff Koons, who holds the “Guiness Book Of World Records” distinction of highest priced work of art ($58.4 million dollars) sold at auction by a living artist, in a group show, titled, “Continue To Descend” at the Broadway Gallery in Soho, New York.
NY Arts / China Arts Featuring Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr. Exhibit With Jeff Koons At Broadway Gallery In Soho New York Feb. 2006 Article
NY Arts Top Art Websites Includes Victor-Hugo Vaca II Diary Of The World On Canvas
Art Fairs International Featuring Article About Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr.’s Award Winning Art Website
Victor-Hugo Vaca II & Jeff Koons Art Exhibit At Broadway Gallery In Soho, New York
On February 18, 2012, after an intense debate on FOX NEWS between “The Kelly Files”, Megyn Kelly and the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo that reached a worldwide audience of over 9.5 million viewers; a strange thing happened on the way to one of the biggest Modern Art Music Movement™ events in the fast-rising, multi-media artist’s career, in Fort Myers, Florida.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZFjfMaJh1I
Minutes before taking the stage in front of thousands of people to perform live, Modern Art Music Movement™ MAMM Jam Happenings, at “The Surf & Song Festival”, in Fort Myers, Florida, with members of the bands: Camper Van Beethoven, Cracker, John Waite, The Baby’s, Bad English and Johnny Rzeznick of the Goo-Goo Dolls; to increase awareness about Autism and raise money for charity, to help families with autistic children, the award-winning website, www.victorhugogallery.com, was destroyed, hacked and rerouted to a non-affiliated website with extremely graphic sexual content and equally vulgar domain name by a faceless entity.
Johnny Rzeznik of Goo Goo Dolls on stage with Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II performing the hit song, “Slide”, at Modern Art Music Movement™ MAMM Jam on 3/30/12 in Fort Myers, Florida at the “Surf & Song Festival”. This video shows interplay between artists in the evolution of the work of modern-art-gonzo -journalism titled, “Goo Goo Doll” autographed by members of The Goo-Goo Dolls and The Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo.
Over a decade of art pieces created in front of thousands of Modern Art Music Movement™ fans will be displayed in the new website titled www.victorhugocollection.com .
“Strong Men In A Weak World” Created live on stage by The Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo with JohnWaite at the 2012 Surf & Song Festival In FortMyers, Florida.
This unique digital-fine-art-museum, will exhibit never-before-seen works of thought provoking fine-art, fine-art graffiti, contemporary art memes as well as artwork so profound and impactful, they can only be seen in the www.victorhugocollection.com because the original uncensored images have been censored permanently from appearing on Facebook, Instagram and MySpace by politically correct police appointed by enemies of free speech and artistic expression in the New World Order. For example, the image below, featuring Hillary Rodham Clinton’s brother, Hugh Rodham, holding the iconic, “Crackhead Jesus is coming” sticker, autographed and gifted to him by Victor-Hugo Vaca II at a famous celebrity strewn South Beach, Miami, Florida nightclub, incited Bill and Hillary Clinton’s, “Clinton Machine”, to permanently extinguish the digital footprint of Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo on Instagram without warning or second chance, within seven minutes of the paparazzi photo being posted on Instagram with the hashtags: #Trump2016 #Hillary2016 #Sanders2016 #TrumpHillary2016 #DonaldTrump #HillaryClinton #BernieSanders2016 #Crackheadjesus2016.
The Clinton Machine Censors Art.
www.victorhugocollection.com will replace www.victorhugogallery.com and will evolve gradually to include over 1000 works of art from the extensive fine art collection of Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr. including Modern Art Music Movement™, Modern-Art-Gonzo-Journalism, sticker art, and graffiti-fine-art as seen in the world famous and infamous celebrity nightclub venues “Club NY” and “Shock Nightclub”, the latter located at the notoriously, haunted address of 1437-39 Washington Avenue, in the international, jet-setter, playground of South Beach, in Miami Beach, Florida, as seen on television, newspapers and in other mainstream media news outlets .
THE MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT
Experience the uncensored vision and voice of the artist described as “The Howard Stern of the art world”(ABC-TV), “The Modern Picasso”(FOX NEWS), and as “one of the most influential artists of our time”, as featured in the Library of Congress reference book titled, “Stickers: From Punk Rock To Contemporary Art”, exclusively at www.victorhugocollection.com.
Sticker Book Stickers: FromPunk Rock To Contemporary Art
The Sticker Book: Stickers- From Punk Rock To Contemporary Art By DB Burkeman & Monica LoCascio Featuring The Sociopolitical Artwork Of New York Native, Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II
This work of modern-art-gonzo-journalism is dedicated to victims of domestic abuse, both male and female and abused children around the world. If you are a victim of Domestic Abuse get help by contacting The National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-SAFE (7233). If you are a victim of child abuse, or witness child abuse, contact Childhelp at 1-800-422-4453.
Parental Advisory Explicit Content
“It’s not about breaking up, it’s about moving forward.” – Victor-Hugo Vaca II
Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II (Photo Credit: Award Winning Director, Screenwriter, Producer-Alyn Darnay)
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Scene 1
Opera Diva Love
I was with the Opera Diva the day I met the Countess, at a formal charity event for battered women and children. I witnessed a Phoenix rising in stiletto high heels, before the Countess stole my heart and propelled my curious existence into the strangest love story ever told.
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Scene 2
The Undecided Voter
Artist wearing professional headphones and smoking bong, edits soundtrack on computer while watching news and porn on split screen. Unbeknownst to the Artist, a swat team with bomb sniffing dogs circles his home. Cops bang on front door and ring doorbell frantically.
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Scene 3
Opera Diva Skyline
Opera Diva gets sloppy drunk at charity event, while the Artist mingles his way towards the Countess, who is sitting alone on a park bench in the lush courtyard, beside a fountain and burning tiki torches. Their eyes meet before the Artist introduces himself to the Countess and they start a lively conversation that leads to a six-year relationship.
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Scene 4
Swatting
Artist exhales cloud of smoke while removing headphones, oblivious to Swat team and bomb sniffing dogs surrounding his home. Television shouts breaking-news of criminals, impersonating police officers, on the loose in local area, robbing homes and victimizing people with respect for authority, as the Artist calmly makes his way to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, while scrolling news of innocent people being shot by rookie police officers, the Artist hears loud knocking and doorbell ringing incessantly. The Artist wipes, flushes and stumbles out of the bathroom while lifting his underwear and pants expecting to find his girlfriend, The Countess, locked out, with groceries at the front door.
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Scene 5
Opera Diva
The Artist says goodnight to the Countess with a kiss on her cheek, after spending a lovely evening together, at a Charity event for battered women and children. As she walks away, toward the valet, an angry gay man, arm in arm with drunken, sobbing, Opera Diva, approaches the Artist shouting, “Instead of flirting, why don’t you take care of your wife, here!”
“She’s not my wife.” The Artist says, while propping up the Opera Diva and holding her steady, in a comforting embrace, before escorting her to a waiting car at valet, loading her into passenger seat gently and driving off at conclusion of party.
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Scene 6
The Artist Contemplates Death
The Artist sees hulk in dark sunglasses staring back at him through open living room window as he crawls on floor tightening his belt.
“Open the door! This is the police!” Cops shout.
“What’s going on?” The terrified Artist asks while crawling out of view past the kitchen into the bedroom where Swat team in body armor stares back at him with weapons drawn through open windows.
“What are you doing on the floor? Get up! Open the door! We need to talk to you! Now!” Cop shouts at Artist, while filming inside of house with body cam.
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Scene 7
Towers Of Pleasure
Artist makes love to Opera Diva. His mind is elsewhere.
(ARTIST VOICEOVER) “Her legs were like skyscrapers resting on my shoulders as I thrust myself into her long lean body on the night I met my Muse, The Countess, at a charity event in The Grove.”
Opera Diva and Artist connect in the moment, to reach mutual orgasm and collapse, in a puddle of human liquids.
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Scene 8
Artist Contemplates Death Too
Television shouts news about local state of high alert and emergency declared by Florida Governor following Orlando Terrorist attack at Pulse Nightclub and warning of former inmates impersonating law enforcement officers in the viewing area as Swat team, with guns drawn shout at Artist cowering on bedroom floor beside bed. “Open the door, now! We want to talk to you!”
“We are talking! What do you want?” The Artist asks while crawling away from Swat covered windows in the bedroom to Swat covered windows in the living room.
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Scene 9
Red Head Aging Universe
“Thanks for a lovely evening. Perhaps our paths will cross again in a few months, when I return from touring Asia and Australia with the Metropolitan Opera.” The Opera Diva says before bending over to kiss the Artist goodbye, walking out the door in high heels and a sparkling, wrinkled, evening gown to her car at midday.
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Scene 10
Romeo The Bomb Sniffing Dog
Swat team with bomb sniffing dogs surround artist’s house as he crawls around in a panic trying to get out of the line of fire inside his home.
“Open the door right now! We need to talk to you!” Police shout.
“Do you have a warrant?” The Artist asks.
“If you don’t cooperate, we will get one!” Cops shout.
“For what? I haven’t done anything.” The Artist replies.
“Assault and battery. Your wife says you beat her up. Open the door, now!” Cops shout while banging on the door.
“I’m not married! You have the wrong guy!” The Artist shouts to armed officers of the law staring back at him through open windows with guns drawn.
The Countess calls the Artist and asks, “Would you like to attend a seminar on the dark side of reincarnation, with me, this evening, at the Kabbalah Center, where Madonna goes?”
“I’d love to but my car is in the shop for repairs.” The Artist says.
“No worries. Give me your address. I’ll pick you up at three.” The Countess replies.
“I’m reaching for my cell phone to call 911. Please don’t shoot me!” The Artist says as he rises from the ground cautiously with arms up, before pointing to his right pocket in front of nervous police officers watching his every move from outside his house, through clear windows, with guns pointed at his chest.
“We are 911!” Cops shout.
“I don’t know that! I’m calling 911, please don’t shoot!” The Artist says as he slowly reaches inside his pocket to grab his cell phone thinking, this may be the last moment of his life.
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Scene 13
Crackheadjesus Attacked Me With A Steaknife
“So, you were attacked, in your home, by an actor, with a steak-knife, after filming Crackhead Jesus: The Movie?” The Countess asks the Artist, as she drives to the Kabbalah Center.
“Truth is stranger than fiction.” The Artist says.
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Scene 14
The Fourth Amendment
“Open the door! We just want to make sure you are okay!” Cops shout at frightened Artist as he speaks nervously to 911 operator on his cell phone in his living room.
“People claiming to be police are at my door demanding entry into my house without a warrant!”
“Calm down, Sir.” The 911 Operator says.
“Calm down? They have guns pointed at me.” The Artist replies, shaking with fear.
“Sir, were you involved in domestic abuse assault and battery with your wife this morning?” The 911 Operator asks.
“No! I’m not married!” Artist says while cops shout, “We’ll come back with a warrant if we have to, open the door!”
“Do that, because I’m not letting you in!” The Artist shouts.
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Scene 15
How Dare You
Giant, overweight, Actor, with crazy-eyes, bursts through Artist’s bedroom door, wielding a steak-knife and shouting, “How dare you try to come between me and my wife!”
“Put the knife down!” The Artist says with authority.
“You’re trying to break us up!”
“No!”
“Then why would you tell her I raped an actress on set?”
“That’s not what I said! Put the knife down!” The Artist says as the angry actor swings a steak-knife while Artist retreats backwards towards master-bathroom.
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Scene 16
See Something Say Something
Swat team surrounds house and bangs on front door of Artist’s home, as he speaks to 911 Operator who asks, “So, you witnessed child abuse and incest in your home, have you reported what you told me to Child Protective Services?”
“No.” The intimidated Artist says, staring back at scowl faced, armed officers gazing through his windows.
“Why not?” Asks the 911 Operator.
“I thought my girlfriend would take care of it, it’s her grandchildren.” The Artist answers without hesitation.
“Well, I’m duty-bound to report what you just told me, if you don’t.” The 911 Operator says.
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“I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch!” The Actor says as he lunges towards Artist brandishing a steak knife.
“Calm down! It’s not what you think!” The Artist shouts as he side steps the Actor’s attack.
Frustrated, the Actor punches hole in wall causing his hand to bleed onto steak knife.
“You are a dead man!” The furious Actor shouts at retreating Artist.
“No!” The Actor’s Wife shouts. “Please stop!”
With nowhere to run or hide, the Artist stands his ground against the mad Actor.
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Scene 18
Romeo The Bomb Sniffing Dog Too
Swat team surrounding house bangs on door shouting, “We’ll be back with a warrant for your arrest.”
“They’re leaving.” The 911 Operator says to petrified Artist as Swat team exits with bomb sniffing dogs. “But I suggest you call Child Protective Services, first thing in the morning, to file a report, so they can investigate your allegations of child abuse; otherwise, I have to report you as a co-conspirator. I also suggest you go the police station, ASAP, to give your side of the story, because your domestic partner has made some serious allegations against you.”
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Scene 19
Get Out Of My House
“Get out of my house!” The Artist says, as he walks confidently past enraged Actor waving steak-knife at him as Actor’s Wife yells, “No!”.
The Actor punches another hole in wall, with his bloody fist, leaving red stains, splattered on white wall, as Artist makes his way into living room past hallway.
“I invite you to stay, with your cat, as guests in my home, and you threaten to kill me!” The Artist shouts at the Actor and his Wife, as she takes the knife from her Husbands bloody hand while eating a sausage. “Get out!”
“Fuck you!” The Actor and his Wife shout back at the Artist in stereo.
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Scene 20
The Long Arm Of The Law
Artist walks into police station and approaches Front Desk Officer, sitting behind bullet proof glass.
“I’d like to file a police report.”
“About what?” The cranky Front Desk Officer asks.
“I was just swatted by my girlfriend. She filed a false police report.”
“Excuse me, Sir, I heard about that incident and I can assure you, the Police were there to protect you.” The Front Desk Officer says.
“Protect me? With guns drawn? Is that how cops protect citizens?”
“Your wife made some serious allegations.”
“She’s not my wife, I told you, she’s my girlfriend.”
“Whatever, your girlfriend said you have bombs and an arsenal of weapons. She also said you killed both of her dogs and tried to stab her in her sleep.” The Front Desk Officer, with a raised eyebrow and accusing look, says to the dumbfounded Artist, under camera surveillance.
“Well, she lied.”
“You’ll have to come back Monday after 3PM. The officers who took the original report are off for the next three days.”
“But I’m the victim, I’d like to file my own report.”
“You’re a piece of shit!” The Actor says to Artist as his Wife loads caged cat into overstuffed SUV in front of Artist’s home at twilight.
“Yeah. You’re a real piece of shit.” The Actor’s Wife says to Artist, as she struggles into passenger seat, while lowering the vehicle suspension, with her obesity.
The Actor and his Wife stick their middle fingers out the window, as tires tear up lawn, screeching burnt rubber onto road as car drives off in a cloud of smoke.
“So, tell me what you witnessed?” The CPS officer asks the Artist who recalls events in flashbacks.
“It was our sixth-year anniversary. My girlfriend’s daughter had just divorced a pedophile that she had procreated two kids with, when she met a stranger on line that she wanted to have sex with.”
“Your girlfriend’s daughter had children with a pedophile?”
“My girlfriend claims her son-in law is a convicted sex offender pedophile and former gang member who is now a born again Christian.”
“Of course and his ex-wife wanted to have sex with a stranger she met on the internet?”
“The Granddaughter claims her father and grandfather are upset because the ink was not even dry on the final divorce papers before her mother started sleeping around.”
“Your girlfriend’s Granddaughter told you this?”
“My girlfriend’s Granddaughter told me a lot of things.”
Film crew sets up lighting and soundcheck for scene in fancy mirrored public Ladies restroom.
“Okay, so this is the rape scene. Let’s tone it down from the original script and do it like we did at rehearsal.” The Artist confidently commands cast and crew.
“Quite on the set! Crackhead Jesus: The Movie, rape scene, take one.” The Director’s Assistant says while snapping film slate.
“Action!” The Artist shouts.
Actors commence tense scene surrounded by film crew on closed set.
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Scene 24
GrandMa’s Stool
Inside Police Station Child Protective Services Division Artist recalls incident in voice over flashback.
“I was in the kitchen making breakfast when I noticed my Girlfriend’s five-year old Grandson defecating in front of me.”
“Are you shitting yourself?” Artist asks fully clothed Boy whose eyes are watery and face is red from straining to pass bowel movement while standing upright.
Diarrhea runs down the boys shorts, covering his legs and socks in feces, as bacon sizzles on stovetop.
“Grandma, he’s pooping himself again!” The Boy’s nine-year old Sister shouts while pointing a finger at her Brother and laughing.
“He said shitting.” The Girl says, pointing to Artist as her Grandmother enters room in panic.
“Is this what you want, Bitch?” Actor growls as he manhandles Actress on camera, before she slaps his face, as scripted, during intense rape scene.
“I thought you loved me! You used me! Asshole!” Actress storms out of frame with tears in her eyes, running mascara and tattered clothing.
“Cut!” The Artist shouts. “Excellent!”
“Can we do that one more time?” The Actress asks while Makeup-Artist cleans her face. “I think I can do better.”
“Is that okay with you?” Artist asks Actor.
“Sure.” Actor replies, with a big grin on his lipstick-smeared face.
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Scene 26
Living A Mythological Life
Artists’s kitchen filled with smoke and the smell of bacon, eggs and feces causes fire alarm to scream over Granddaughters shouts of, “Grandma, he shit himself again!”
“Don’t say shit!” The Countess scolds her Granddaughter with an evil eye and a scowling look.
“But Grandpa said it first!” The Granddaughter says with big innocent eyes while pointing at Artist.
“I’m not your Grandfather.” The Artist says while removing burnt bacon from frying pan.
“How dare you curse in front of the children!” The Countess howls.
“But, he shit himself while I was making bacon.”
“You burned the bacon! Ha! Ha!” The Granddaughter laughs at confused Artist.
“You’re an asshole!” The Countess says to Artist while grabbing Grandson covered in feces and taking him to bathroom leaving behind a trail of dark, green, diarrhea on plush white carpet.
Inside smoke filled kitchen, Countess returns from bathroom to ask Artist, “Where’s his clothes?”
“You’re asking me?”
“He has no clothes.”
“What do you mean he has no clothes?”
Grandson runs around house naked yelling, “Penis! Penis! Penis!”
“His overnight bag is full of toys; no clean clothes!” The Countess shouts as her Granddaughter screams, “It’s Naked Man!”
“Your daughter didn’t pack a change of clothes for your Grandson?” The Artist asks as the bare-assed-Boy somersaults and runs around the house proclaiming, “Naked Man! Naked Man! Naked Man!”
The Countess and Artist arrive at Kabbalah Center for seminar on the dark side of reincarnation.
“So you told the Actor’s Wife he raped his Costar?” The Countess asks the Artist.
“Not exactly.” The Artist recalls in flashbacks.
Inside Artist’s house, the Actor’s grossly obese wife shoves a hot dog in her mouth while talking to Artist in kitchen. “Let me take care of you. You must be so stressed out. Let me give you an orgasm.”
Artist backs away from Actor’s Wife, as she slides her tongue from cheek to cheek, wiping away mayonnaise and mustard from the sides of her mouth.
Inside living room of Artist’s house, Naked Man reigns supreme as Artist plays the piano. Countess, Artist and Granddaughter watch in horror as Grandson grabs long wooden flute and proceeds to masturbate with instrument as his Sister screams and Grandmother gasps.
“Uh, is anyone going to stop this kid from masturbating in front of us?” The Artist says while playing piano.
“Don’t say that in front of the Kids!” The Countess shouts at Artist.
“So let me get this straight.” The Artist sings while playing piano. “He can masturbate in front of us but I can’t say the word to describe what he is doing.”
“What’s masturbate, Grandma?” The nine-year old girl asks Countess as her nude five-year old brother runs to the piano and starts slapping his penis on piano keys, shouting, “Naked Man! Naked Man!”, while Artist tickles ebony and ivory without skipping a beat.
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Scene 31
Let Me Ease Your Stress
Inside Artist’s house, dining room, Artist tells Actor’s Wife, “Your Husband’s co-star is accusing him of rape.”
“What?”
“I know, I tried explaining to her that it was a rape scene but she insisted I talk to you and your husband before tonights award ceremony because you are producers on this project and well, honestly, I don’t know what she wants.”
“That bitch is crazy!”
“I figured we could discuss this with your husband over dinner, so we don’t cause a scene at the awards ceremony.” The Artist says to Actor’s Wife as she stares out window to see her husband flipping steaks on barbecue grill in backyard.
Inside living room of Artist’s house, Countess and her Granddaughter watch as Grandson rubs his penis on Artist’s arm as he plays piano.
“Okay, this really has got to stop! Now he’s rubbing his dick on me!” The Artist says to Countess while her Grandson sings, “Naked Man! I’m Naked Man!” and Granddaughter looks on in shock.
“Don’t say dick!” The Countess screams at Artist, doing nothing to stop her Grandson’s perverse behavior.
“He said dick!” The Granddaughter says in amazement as her naked brother shouts, “Dick! Dick! Dick!” while slamming his penis all over the piano keys.
Inside Kabbalah Center auditorium, the Countess and Artist meet Philip Berg an American Rabbi and dean of the worldwide Kabbalah Center. The Countess is starstruck in the presence of this Holy Man.
“This man is your Soulmate.” Berg says to Countess as he stares into Artists eyes while shaking his hand firmly for a length of time. “His love for you is eternal. He is sent to challenge, awaken and stir different parts of you in order for your soul to transcend to a higher level of consciousness and awareness.”
“It’s an honor to meet you, Sir.” The Artist says as both men loosen their grip on each other.
“The honor is mine. You are a visionary. Your work is prophetic with divine inspiration. Keep Shining, Brother. Flow.” Berg says to the Artist, before walking onstage in front of a packed auditorium to begin his lecture on the dark side of reincarnation.
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Scene 34
Fruit Doesn’t Fall Far From Tree
“Can you watch the kids while I go buy Naked Man some clothes?” The Countess asks the Artist as he cleans up the kitchen and her Grandson streaks across the house chasing his sister shouting, “I’m Naked Man!”
“No. Your daughter’s kids are out of control.”
“Please, I can’t take him to the store naked.”
“Your daughter’s more concerned about getting laid than taking proper care of her children. What kind of mother sends her maladjusted kids on an overnight, without clothes?”
“Asshole! Don’t say, laid, in front of the children!” Countess screams as her Grandson fondles his Sister in front of her and the Artist.
“Our totality must include a dark side if we are to be whole.” Says American Rabbi Philip Berg at the conclusion of his dissertation on spiritual afterlife at the Kabbalah Center before exiting the stage to a standing ovation.
“That was fantastic.” The Countess says to Artist who replies, “Interesting.”, as they both applaud and make their way out of the packed auditorium to the parking lot.
“Would you like to come back to my place for a drink?” The Countess asks the Artist, who answers, “Sure.”, with a smile as he opens the drivers-side car door for the Countess before walking around her clean, red Volvo, to sit in the passengers seat.
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Scene36
What, Me Worry?
“Sweetheart, are you done in the shower, we have to go get your Brother some clothes at the store.” The Countess hollered to her Granddaughter as her Grandson in a long, white, t-shirt bursts through the closed bathroom door, revealing his Sister standing naked and exposed in front of the Artist and her Grandmother.
“Boobies!” The Brother shouts at his Sister, while pointing at her bare chest, as she screams in vulnerable embarrassment, while staring, naked, into the Artist’s shocked, wide-open, eyes, in front of her Grandmother, the Countess.
The Artist and Countess reach orgasm together before resting side-by-side in her King-Size bed.
“That was incredible. Thanks.” The Artist says as the Countess rises from bed naked and walks towards closet.
“I want to show you something.” The Countess says, as she stands naked on her toes to retrieve a large box from the top shelf in her closet. The Artist notices and reacts physically to her erect nipples and hairy bush as she brings the box to bed with her, noticing his bulge rising from underneath her silk sheets he inquires, “Are we about to get, really kinky, now?”
“I thought we already did.” The Countess says, laying the box gently beside his excitement, before opening it.
“We’re back!” The Grandson shouts, as he bursts through the front door sporting new clothes. “Look what Grandma got me.”
“That’s just great.” The Artist says, feigning interest before boy punches him in the groin, manifesting pain and shock that causes Artist to shout, “What the fuck?”, while recoiling.
“Stop cursing in front of the children!” The Countess shouts.
“But he punched me in the nuts!”
“He said nuts, Grandma. Is that the same as balls?” The Granddaughter asks her Grandmother while pointing at the Artist, as her little Brother guffaws, before punching the Artist’s testicles again.
“What? I can’t say nuts either?” The Artist asks Countess with watery eyes before falling to the floor. “What the fuck?”
The Countess goes through her last pile of photo’s with the weary Artist, revealing her rich, celebrated history and international circle of influence including celebrities and world leaders.
“So, you’re telling me you created American Idol and The Bachelor?” The Artist asks while nibbling on the Countess’ perky nipples.
“Yes, but I never got credit or any money for it, because Hollywood assholes and their lawyers stole my ideas at a pitch meeting with network executives.”
“Why didn’t you sue?”
“I tried but I didn’t stand a chance against corporate lawyers on payroll; I’m just a poor little rich girl.” The Countess said, before grabbing the Artist’s stiff manhood, while kissing his lips.
Granddaughter approaches Artist in his office as he works on his computer. “Can I talk to you about something private?” She asks.
“Sure.”
“My Dad and Grandfather are very upset with my Mom because she’s been spending so much time on the computer meeting strange men and sleeping with them instead of taking care of my Brother and I.”
“So you are an actor, producer and an award-winning film director.” The Countess asks Artist while they lie naked in bed together in her beachfront mansion.
“And an award-winning artist.”
“And a politician as well?”
“I used to be, not anymore.”
“And a businessman?”
“True.”
“So, you’re a jack of all trades and master of none?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“So, what else are you good at?”
“Well, here, let me show you.” The Artist says before crawling under silk sheets to perform cunnilingus on the Countess.
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Scene 42
Modern Man Modern Woman
“A girl in my class says men can get pregnant and have babies, is that true?”
“Sounds like your friend knows a thing or two about being transgender.”
“What’s transgender?”
“What are you teaching my Granddaughter?” The Countess asks Artist as she enters the room.
“She asked me a question.” The Artist answers.
“You’re not the one to be teaching her about sex.”
“I’m not. Obviously, your Daughter’s not either. She’s too busy having sex with strangers online to teach her children about nature.”
“Sex! Sex! Sex!” The Grandson shouts, as he runs into the room and slaps his Sister’s ass.
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Scene 43
I Bet On America
“That was lovely, thank you. I see you are talented with your tongue as well, young man.”
“Glad I could be of service to you.” The Artist says after wiping his mouth on her sheets.
“So, what made you become a politician?”
“I was young, dumb and idealistic. I thought I could make a difference.”
“You sound jaded. What happened?”
“I was offered a bribe by an alleged serial-killer-spinal-surgeon.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, Mister, now I’m curious; Explain.” The Countess demands as she snuggles comfortably into the Artist’s bare chest.
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Scene 44
Reputation Is Wealth
“My Daughter will be here any minute to pick up her kids, can you watch them while I take a shower?”
“I’d rather not.” The Artist tells Countess as he watches children play in yard from his office window.
“Don’t be a dick. Just do it.” The Countess says as she disrobes into shower.
“Where’s their deadbeat dad?” The Artist shouts loud enough for Countess to hear him in the shower.
“The kids mother and father are having sex with strangers, while we babysit their children on our six year anniversary; am I the only one who sees something wrong with that?” Artist says as he watches Brother hurl rocks and sticks at his tormented Sister in the yard.
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Scene 45
Woman 2 Infinity
Voice over flashback as the Artist recalls history for the Countess.
“I was a millionaire businessman in my late twenties, when I fell in love with a woman I met at an open house for real estate investors in a high-rise luxury building.”
Buxom blonde wearing a label reading, “Hello My Name Is Godess”, on her heaving breast, grabs Artist by the hand and leads him to her Girlfriend, sitting alone at bar beside neon lit infinity pool at night.
“Let me introduce you to my friend. She’s not a real estate agent but she needs to get laid, it’s been a while.” Goddess says before introducing the Artist to her beautiful friend.
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Scene 46
Seven Deadly Sins
Brother chases Sister into house and assaults her in front of the Artist. Sister is hit so hard by Brother that she doubles over in pain onto couch and bites the pillow to muffle her screams of pain.
Brother looks at Artist with innocent eyes and says, “Please don’t tell.”.
Sister wipes tears from her eyes and says the same to Artist as Countess walks into the room with towel on her head asking, “What’s going on out here?”
“You know, I don’t normally do this?” Muse says to Artist, as he opens passenger side door of his Lexus convertible, a DVD case titled, “Anal Intruders #57”, falls out of car onto pavement.
Embarrassed, the Artist replies, “You know, that’s not mine?”
“I guess we’re even then.” The Muse says, as she picks up the DVD and inspects packaging.
“I’ll tell you the story on the way to your place.” Artist says, as he closes car door, after Muse settles into seat.
“The story of Anal Intruders 57; I can’t wait.” The Muse says slyly as Artist starts the engine.
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Scene 48
The Dead Cock
“Mom’s home!” Grandson shouts as his mother pulls into driveway with Internet Lover.
Artist goes to open door and sees Internet Lover slap kids mother on ass while saying, “I can’t wait to tap that sweet ass again, Mama!”
“And eat my pussy; I love the way you eat my …” The kids Mother stops when she realizes Artist is standing at entryway watching.
“Oh! Hello.” She says to Artist. “We brought you some soda pop.”
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Scene 49
Full Moon Beach
“So you evicted a seventy year old woman with an extensive porn collection?”
“I had to, she wanted to pay rent in blow jobs.” The Artist tells Muse as he navigates Ocean Drive with the top down under full moon light. “Bank of America doesn’t take that sort of payment on mortgages.”
“So how many properties do you own?”
“Twelve. It’s a pain the ass, though, no pun intended.” Artist says to Muse holding Anal Intruders #57 in her lap as they both laugh.
“Tell me about it.” The Muse says.
“Well, one tenant told me she couldn’t pay rent, because her son had been decapitated and needed the money for his funeral. I mean, what am I supposed to say to that?” Artist asks as he pulls up to Muse’s apartment building on the beach.
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Scene 50
The Sex Offender
“So, how was your 5k run for charity?” Artist asks kids Mother as she washes vegetables at kitchen sink for salad and Countess slaves over burners on stove while Granddaughter twerks in front of Internet Lover and her Brother in living room.
“What?” The kids Mother says, taken aback by the question. “Oh, we only ran 1k.”
“Really, what did you do the rest of the time?” Artist inquires while watching Internet Lover enjoying the nine-year olds provocative dance in front of him.
“We found stuff to do. Want to hear a joke?” The kids Mother asks in a quick change of subject. Without waiting for an answer, she barrels into her comedy routine. “This guy and his girlfriend are fighting, she says, “I’m breaking up with you.” “Why?” He asks. She says, ”Because you are a pedophile.” He says, “Pedophile? Hmmm, that’s an awfully big word for a ten year old.”
The Artist looks at her stunned, without laughing.
“I told that to my employees at T-Mobile. They loved it. Okay, here’s another one: What type of shoes do pedophiles wear?” The kids Mother asks the speechless Artist before answering, “White Vans. Get it? Pedophiles drive around in white vans.”
“You’re a manager at T-mobile and you tell your workers pedophile jokes?” Artist asks kids Mother as Granddaughter approaches him dancing seductively.
“What’s a pedophile?” Granddaughter asks Artist, who pauses before answering to take in his surroundings and situation.
“Your Father.” The Artist replies.
“How dare you!” The Countess shouts from kitchen immediately.
“I mean, ask your Father.” Artist corrects himself to no avail.
“That’s not what you meant!” The Countess scolds Artist.
“Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. Your daughter marries a convicted sex-offender pedophile, has two children with him, divorces him, starts whoring around with strangers on the internet using charity as an excuse to do so and tells pedophile jokes at work to her employees and in my home, in front of her mother and children, but I’m the bad guy?”
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Scene 51
Money Backed By Faith In Federal Reserve
Artist arrives at fourplex in Lexus convertible to collect rent from his tenants. He knocks on first door and sees disheveled tenant making his way out back window of apartment. Artist catches up with him before both feet hit the ground.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I heard you knocking at the door.”
“So you climbed out the window?”
“The front door is locked.”
“So why didn’t you open it?”
“The window is jammed.”
“You just climbed out of it.”
“I know but the door is locked.”
“Listen, I’m just here to collect the rent.”
“I don’t have it.”
“What do you mean you don’t have it? You are two months late now.”
“Can I pay you in weed?”
“No! You can’t pay me in weed! The mortgage company doesn’t accept weed as a payment.”
“How about crack?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I have cocaine if you want.”
“I don’t want drugs. I want you to get the fuck out of here.”
“You can’t evict me. I know my rights. I have ninety days.”
“I’m calling the cops.”
“They can’t do shit without a warrant. Besides, I’ll tell them it’s yours and they’ll confiscate your place as a drug house.” Tenant pulls three crumpled, one-hundred dollar bills, from his pocket and tosses them at Artist. “Here, I’ll pay you the rest later. Go fuck yourself!”
Artist picks money up from floor as he watches his tenant run away out the back fence door.
“Why can’t you be more of a man, like him?” Granddaughter asks Artist while sitting on her Mother’s Internet Lover’s lap.
The Artist pauses to look at Internet Lover smiling while young girl sits on his lap in front of him as Countess and her Daughter set table and prepare meal for serving.
“You mean why don’t I father illegitimate children with different women out of wedlock? Why am I not a deadbeat dad? Or, why am I not screwing your mother?” The Artist says as the Countess announces, “ Okay, everyone, dinner is served. Let’s go, everyone to the dinner table, including you, young man.” She says to her Grandson as he humps her leg.
“Who’s going to say Grace?” The born-again Christian Daughter asks as she plays footsy with her Internet Lover under the table and her son picks his nose while his sister winks at the Artist.
“Why don’t you say a prayer for us?” The Countess asks the Artist.
“Dear God, help us all.” The Artist prays.
“That’s it?” The Countess says.
“What more do you want?” The Artist replies as the Grandson wipes his finger on the tablecloth.
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Scene 53
Working Women
Artist knocks on second door of fourplex.
Two young, scantily clad Russian girls open door and proceed to seduce the Artist.
“I’m here to collect the rent.”
“Threesome?” The petite Girl says in a thick Russian accent as her Roommate rubs the Artists’s crotch over his dress pants.
“I’d love to but Bank Of America doesn’t accept sexual favors on mortgage payments.”
“No money. Love.” The Roomate says as she unzips his pants in an accent so thick he can barely understand what she is saying. “We give you good love.”
“I’m sure of that.” The Artist says, zipping his pants up while pushing the girls off him.
“You gay? Sissy-boy?” The petite Russian says mockingly.
“I’m not gay, I’m your landlord and I’m here to collect rent not screw around.”
The Roomate walks over to a coffee can in the kitchen and takes out some cash which she hands to the Artist saying, “Rest later or blowjobs now?”
The Artist takes money and looks into camera with raised eyebrow, breaking the wall between artist and audience, as both girls drop to their knees in front of him.
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Scene 54
The 3 Muses 2016
“Mommy, Daddy says you are Mama number two and my step-brothers mother is Mama number one. I thought you said she was Mama number two.” Granddaughter says to her Mother at dinner table surrounded by Brother, Grandmother, Artist and Internet Lover.
“She is sweetheart, I’ll always be Mama number one.”
“Then why does Daddy call you Baby Mama number two.”
“Because your father’s an asshole. Eat your salad.”
“You know, that is confusing. All these Baby Mama’s and Baby Daddy’s, it’s hard to make sense of it all and I’m an adult.” The Artist says after sipping water from glass.
“Why don’t you mind your own business?” The Countess’ Daughter snaps while slamming her fork on table, making the silverware rattle.
“Actually, your Mother and I are planning to start a family of our own.” The Artist says proudly, raising a glass of Champagne to toast his heartfelt announcement.
“Stop saying that, the kids may start believing you!” The Countess’ Daughter barks.
“Actually, a seventy year old woman, in India, just gave birth, following two years of IVF treatment, at a fertility clinic and I’m no where near seventy.” The Countess says as she clinks her champagne glass with Artist’s before taking a sip.
“Mom, you’re sixty-five.” The Daughter reminds her Mother.
“So?” The Countess replies.
“So stop telling the kids you guys are going to have a baby, I don’t want them believing that.”
After a short, awkward pause in the dinner conversation, where everyone looks at the Artist with contempt, he breaks the silence by looking at the Countess’ Daughter and says, “You ought to explain Transgender to your daughter, she asked me if men can get pregnant.”
“I don’t want you talking to my children about Transgenders, those freaks are disgusting.”
“Disgusting? That’s funny coming from you.” The Artist responds to irate Daughter of Countess.
“That’s it. We’re out of here. Come on kids, let’s go. I’m sorry, Mom. I don’t know what you see in this monster. He’s rude, disgusting, vulgar and offensive.” The Daughter says as she rises from the table in a fit of rage.
“Look in the mirror, the same words can be used to describe you and your life.” The Artist responds.
“How dare you say that to my daughter?” The Countess shouts. “That’s it! We’re done! We’re over! You’re out of here! I want you out of my house before the end of the month!”
“Wait!” The Artist says, standing up. “Before you go, let’s all toast to our sixth year anniversary. Happy anniversary, Babe.” The Artist says turning to the Countess. “It’s been real.” The Artist says, as he raises his glass to an exasperated room full of houseguests, clamoring to exit, before he takes a swig of champagne and gets hit in the testicles by the Grandson, forcing him to spit out champagne all over the Countess and her Daughter.
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Scene 55
Baker Act
Artist knocks on third door of fourplex. Old man stinking of alcohol through pores and breath opens door to hand artist check.
“Thank you.” The Artist says before noticing the date on check. “Wait a minute, this check is for next month, I need this month’s rent.”
“I thought I paid this month already.”
“No and you were late on last months rent, so you have to add the late fee.” The Artist says taking a step back to avoid the repulsive smell emanating from the lanky senior citizen.
“I paid last month.” The drunkard says before breaking into a coughing fit that projects spittle onto the Artists suit and tie.
“Yes but you were late.” The Artist says while wiping spit off his tie with handkerchief from his pocket.
“I’m not late. I’m paying you a month in advance you greedy bastard!” The old man shouts in a drunken rage that cause him to stumble back into his apartment.
“This check is dated a month in advance. I can’t cash this.”
“That’s not my problem.” The old man says before passing out on his couch, snoring and dribbling out of the side of his wide open mouth.
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Scene 56
Passion Muse
As Daughter drives off with kids and Internet Lover, peeling out of the driveway, the Countess returns and yells at the Artist, “How dare you embarrass me in front of my family.”
“Me? I’m the embarrassing one? That’s rich.” The Artist laughs.
“Yes, you. My daughter says she never wants to see you again and will not let me see my Grandchildren until you are out of my life, so you’ve got to go. Now!” The Countess screams hysterically.
“Are you serious? The pedophile lover finds me offensive?” The Artist says while dodging a plastic cup full of water hurled at him by the furious Countess as she hollers, “Get out! Get out! Get out!”
The Countess curls fingers into fists and pounds Artist in chest with both clenched hands pushing him backwards. The Artist grabs her arm instinctively to stop his descent and tears her shirt as they both fall to the floor, dangerously close to sharp edge of living room furniture. He holds the Countess in a tight embrace as she struggles to break free from his stronghold. She crumbles into tears and curses him as he attempts to contain her anger within his hug.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry. It’s okay. We’ll get through this, I promise.” The Artist says before kissing the Countess on her forehead as she sobs uncontrollably in his arms.
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Scene 57
Crackhead Jesus Is Coming
Artist drives up to beachfront property, steps out of his Lexus convertible, makes his way to front door and rings bell.
“Thank God you are here!” Says behemoth woman who opens door with curlers in her hair. “My husband got high on crack, went to work, got on his desk and told everyone at his office that he is the New Messiah and they are all his disciples.”
“What?” The Artist asks in disbelief.
“My husband thinks he’s Jesus fucking Christ!”
“You’re kidding?”
“I wish! The stupid motherfucker got fired today! He spent all our money on drugs and gambling, so now we can’t pay the rent.” The jumbo sized wife sobs as her husband approaches from behind in a white robe and sandals saying, “Welcome my Son.”, to the startled Artist.
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Scene 58
Evolution Of Man & Woman
Artist in bed with Countess leans over to kiss her goodnight but she recoils and turns away from him.
“How long are you going to keep ignoring me? It’s been three weeks since your daughter ruined our anniversary.” The Artist asks and receives a silent response from the Countess. “I didn’t think you could hold a grudge for that long.”
The Artist shuts off light. A loud fart breaks the silence. The Countess turns on light leaps out of bed and storms out of the room.
“I guess a blow job is out of the question.” The Artist says as she exits.
“Jesus don’t pay rent.” Crackheadjesus says to the Artist, while lounging in Speedo, on a float, shaped like a slice of pepperoni pizza, in pool.
“Listen Mister, unless I get footage of you walking across this pool, Bank of America isn’t going to believe I’m renting to the New Messiah.” The Artist says.
“Fuck Bank Of America! Those crooks fleeced everyone with the bailout!”
“That may be so but I still need to collect your rent.”
“I told you, Jesus don’t pay rent!”
“I don’t have time for this nonsense. If you don’t pay rent, I’ll have to hire an attorney to evict you.”
“Bankers and lawyers all have a special place in hell and so will you if you don’t stop fucking with me.” Crackheadjesus said to the Artist while making the sign of the cross with his middle finger as the Artist walks past his gigantic sobbing wife saying, “Your husband needs an intervention.”, before walking out the door.
“Good morning, My Love.” The Artist says sincerely to grumpy, disheveled, Countess as she makes her way into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee in the morning.
“My daughter and I voted you off the board of directors. You are no longer part of our company.”
“You can’t do that.”
“We just did.”
“I never got notice, besides you and your daughter voted me off on what grounds?”
“On the grounds that you’re an asshole.”
“That may be so, but I remind you, this asshole, made us all a lot of money; a third of which I’m entitled to, as one third owner of the company.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Well, good luck lying to the IRS. I’m sure they’ll be just as curious as I am to know what happened to my money if you two decide to steal and hide it.”
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Scene 61
The Backpacker
Artist plays chess with white haired Doctor in penthouse apartment overlooking Ocean.
“Doc, I’ve got this tenant who thinks he’s Jesus Christ and won’t pay rent; got any suggestions?”
“Do what I did when I had an obnoxious, deadbeat, crackhead tenant.” The auspicious looking spinal surgeon says to Artist while moving his Knight to put Artist’s Queen in check on the marble chess board. “After performing complex spine surgery, I washed up and left the hospital wearing a clean pair of surgical gloves.”
The Doctor tells Artist story in flashback as Artist plots his next moves on chessboard.
No one notices Doctor as he walks to his Cadillac in the Emergency room parking lot and opens car door in fresh surgical gloves. “I own a couple of low income tenement buildings in Baltimore, Pennsylvania and New Jersey.” The Doctor says in voiceover as he drives through Baltimore to a run down building in ghetto. “When my tenants get out of line, I kill them.”
Doctor parks car in dark alley next to filthy dumpster and exits vehicle as rats scurry away under his feet. He calmly walks through back entrance into dimly lit hallway that leads to stairwell consumed with graffiti under flickering lights. His expensive shoes crush German roaches as he climbs up seven flights of stairs without breaking a sweat. He exits enclosed stairwell and makes his way to apartment 702 where he knocks on the door with authority.
Seconds pass before the Doctor sees an eyeball staring back at him through peephole and he hears multiple locks being undone before door opens to reveal a lanky drug addict who says, “Listen, I’m sorry about the rent.”
Doctor grabs crackhead by the throat and lifts him off the ground, walking him straight back towards open window at the other end of filthy apartment saying, “I’m sure you are.”, before pushing his tenant, with feet and arms flailing, out the window to his death. The Doctor looks out window to see his victim impaled on fire hydrant and smiles before calmly walking out of the apartment, locking the door behind him and making his way past elevator to stairwell, where he walks downstairs to his car and drives away as if nothing happened.
“You’re kidding me, Doc.” The Artist says while moving his pawn to protect his Queen from the Doctor. “You’re suggesting I murder Crackheadjesus?”
“I’m not suggesting anything, I’m merely answering your question before putting you in checkmate.” The Doctor says as he moves his Bishop between the Artists’s King and Queen on the chessboard.
“I want you out of here, now!” The Countess shouts at Artist, as he follows her fluidly through house, with cellphone camera, video recording her every move and words.
“Where’d you get those bruises?” The Artist asks Countess, from behind the camera, while filming black and blue areas all over her body, as she puts clothes away in closet.
“I got them at an amusement park.”
“Oh really, when did you go the amusement park? I don’t remember being at an amusement park.”
“It was the beach.”
“Really? So how did you get that bruise?”
“Get out of my face.”
“But, how did you get that bruise? Did I give you that bruise?”
“I have pictures of the bruises you’ve given me and they were much worse than that.”
“So then who gave you this bruise right here?” The Artist asks, as Countess walks away from him, into living room area, as he follows her with camera recording.
“I was playing with the kids at the beach.”
“Which kids? The kids that are incestuous? The ones that have parents that actually lie and have us, on our anniversary, take care of her children, so that she can have sex, with a stranger?”
“I forbid you to film me.” The Countess shouts over the Artist as their words collide in an escalating argument that moves through the house with the artist saying, “ A stranger that your daughter brings into our house; a stranger that she met three months prior.”
“I want you out of my home!”
“Endangering the life of her children, by bringing a stranger into the house, so she can have sex.”
“This is my house.” The Countess shouts looking into the camera saying, “This man is not welcome in my home and I will call the police to have him evicted.”
“I have to witness incest and assault.”
“You didn’t see incest!”
“Making me have to see child pornography.”
“You didn’t see assault!”
“Because the kids Baby Daddy and Baby Mama are irresponsible.”
“You didn’t see anything of the such. You’re the person that was saying the words boobies and penis!”
“I had to see a young girl naked, which offended me.”
“Excuse me, you never saw a young girl naked!”
“Yeah, because the incestuous son of a pedophile, in front of the Countess, who did say nothing and actually turned the blame on the poor young girl, who ended up having to show her naked body to a stranger and now, your Daughter puts that same endangered young girl, in the hands of a stranger and you, as her Mother, condone it.”
“You are insane! You need to leave my home!” The Countess says as she slams the Officer door behind her and locks the Artist out, leaving him filming a closed door, saying, “And this is now on the record.”
Artist sheds his clothes and turns into bed alone before shutting off light to sleep at Midnight. He sees a bright light flashing into his bedroom and hears rustling outside his window. Frightened, Artist crawls out of bed, onto floor, while grabbing his cellphone off nightstand and heads into bathroom avoiding the bright spotlight. He dials 911. The moment Operator answers, two men burst through bathroom door with bright lights and guns pointed at him as he sits on the toilet shaking with fear.
“911, is this an emergency?”
“Two men are in my house pointing guns at me!”
“Police! Put your hands up!” Blinded by the light, Artist can only hear shouts in the surrounding darkness.
“They are police, Sir. We got a report of burglars in your neighborhood.”
“How did they get into my house without a warrant?” The Artist asks squinting at light beams.
“Your wife gave us the house keys and said there was a burglar in the house.” Voice behind light says.
“I’m not married.”
“I’m going to let you go now, Police will take care of things.” 911 Operator says.
“Can I videotape them?”
“They have body cameras on, Sir. Just do what they tell you and everything will be alright.” 911 Operator says before hanging up.
“Do you have I.D., Sir?” One of the police officers says from behind the light.
“Not on me.” The Artist replies. “I’m sitting on the shitter. Please don’t shoot.”
“Turn on the light, so we can shut our Mags off.”
The Artist flicks bathroom light switch on, revealing two armed cops, with guns aimed at his chest, standing inches away from his naked, shaking body.
“Do you live here?” Cop #1 says as both men shut off their lights and lower their weapons.
“Yes. My wallet is on the night stand. I’ll show you my drivers license.”
Police back away and allow naked Artist to get identification out of his wallet.
“Your wife thought there was a burglar in the house. She seemed pretty frightened.”
“She’s been swatting me and cop shopping because I notified Child Protective Services of possible child abuse with her grandchildren. This is the second time in less than a week that I’ve almost gotten shot by police in my own home.”
“We’re sorry, Sir. We’ll go talk to her.”
“That’s it? Can I file a complaint about her making false police reports? Isn’t it a misdemeanor or felony?”
“We’ll talk to her, Sir. If she genuinely thought there was a burglar inside, we can’t do anything.”
“Here’s your license. Sorry for the misunderstanding. Goodnight.” Cop #2 says before exiting home with Cop #1.
Inside Courtroom Artist sits beside his short, stumpy, Lawyer, as Judge looks down on him.
“Your Honor, my client is looking to evict this man and seeks financial retribution for damages done by tenant to his rental property.”
“Let me ask you something.” The Judge says to Artist’s Lawyer. “How many properties does your client own?”
“Twelve, your Honor.”
“And he can’t find it in his heart to house this man until he gets the help he needs to move on?”
“Your Honor, with all due respect, my client is running a business, not a charity.”
“That may be so but do to the extenuating circumstances, I’m going to allow for the tenant to reside in the property for ninety days and award your client $3,000 in damages for what you were able to prove as negligence on the tenants part. That’s my judgement. Get a copy of the ruling from the clerk on your way out of the courtroom.” The Judge said before striking gavel on desk as Crackheadjesus and his wife grinned from ear to ear at Artist.
“You’ll never see a penny of it.” Crackheadjesus says to Artist as they cross paths on way out of courtroom. “ And if you think your house is fucked now, wait till you see it in ninety days.”
Artist watches news investigation of people shot and killed by police before shutting off television and going to bed, alone in his house. He is noticeably shellshocked. As Artist, naked, twists and turns restlessly in bed, he notices through window, a car parked at the end of street, with it’s engine running and lights off. He crawls out of bed and puts robe on to investigate when suddenly bright lights fill his bedroom and he drops to the ground in terror as loud knocking fills the night time silence.
“Police! Open the door!” Artist sees cops and dogs surrounding his house in shadows. He walks to front door and looks through peep hole where he sees police in military gear standing outside his door.
“What do you want? I talked to the cops already.”
“You were arrested for battery the other day, we’re here to serve you.”
“No I wasn’t. You’ve got the wrong guy, I wasn’t arrested for anything the other day.”
“You don’t have a job. You are unemployed.”
“That’s not true. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Open the door, Sir. You’re just making it more difficult on yourself.” Artist notices the police officer taking a defensive stance behind the closed door.
“I’m calling 911. Please don’t shoot me. I’m not armed and you don’t have a warrant, so I’m not letting you in.” The Artist shouts while backing away from door and dialing 911.
“911, is this an emergency?”
“I’m being swatted. I’m being harassed by police because I reported my girlfriends Daughter to CPS.”
“They’re just there to serve you with papers, Sir.”
“For what? I haven’t done anything.”
“You have an injunction, Sir.”
“What’s that?”
“They’ll explain it to you, Sir, just open the door.”
“No. I’m not opening the door. Those guys are intimidating and accusing me of having been arrested for battery, which obviously I didn’t since, I’m not in jail.”
“I’m on the phone with the officers on the scene, they will leave, if you promise to drop by the station tomorrow morning, to sign the injunction.”
“I’ll do that but the only thing I’m guilty of is doing the right thing. Since when did see something say something become a crime?”
“They’re leaving, Sir. Make sure you drop by the station tomorrow morning, please.”
Artist watches from window as Swat team leaves with bomb sniffing dogs in tow.
“I paid you to evict Crackheadjesus and now I have to house this guy for ninety days while he trashes my place!”
“Eviction is not as easy as you think. There’s squatters rights.”
“What about my rights.”
“Rule of Law and justice are two different things, neither of which is always fair.”
“But you make money regardless.”
“It’s called law practice. Clients pay us to practice law.”
“If a plumber, electrician or hairdresser don’t do their job right, they don’t get paid but if a lawyer fucks up…”
“We get paid. That’s how it is. Speaking of which, heres your bill. We take cash or credit card.” The Lawyer finishes Artist sentence while handing him invoice with a big grin and gold rings on his fingers.
Artist in underwear talks on phone with Sister, recounting his nightmare experience, when doorbell rings as sun comes up. Artist answers door to find two elderly, non-threatening, police officers standing outside holding papers.
“Are you, the Artist?” Elderly Cop #1 asks Artist who has his Sister on phone as aural witness.
“Yes.”
“Sign this please.”
“What is it?”
“It’s an injunction. You have five minutes to vacate the premises.”
“What?”
“It’s a temporary injunction for protection against domestic violence. You’ll have your day in court in a month. Until then, you are not allowed within 500 feet of this property or your wife.”
“I’m not married.”
“You have five minutes to grab whatever you can. We’ll be right here waiting for you to leave. If you don’t leave, we will arrest you.”
The Artist hangs up with his sister and commences a high speed race through the house gathering whatever he can in five minutes and loading it all into the car before driving away under the watchful eye of authority.
Countess lies in bed with Artist, listening to his story while snuggled into his bare chest.
“I can’t believe the Judge let Crackheadjesus stay in your house for ninety days.”
“The worst part is, Hurricane Wilma left me homeless and destroyed my rental business. Of the twelve properties I owned, the only one that was unscathed was the one Crackheadjesus lived in and he destroyed that property when he left.”
“Were you able to collect for damages?”
“No. The Court said they could not enforce the ruling, because they were not a collection agency and lawyers just wanted more money to collect on something that would leave me in the red, even if I won, so I just cut my losses and got out of the rental business.”
“And you became an artist.”
“Never been happier.”
“Kiss me.” Countess says as she pulls the Artist’s head to meet her lips in a warm embrace.
“I’m fucking homeless! Again!” The Artist says to his friend as he sits at a rest stop talking on his cell phone. “And she emptied out our business and personal bank accounts, so I’m fucking broke too!”
“That’s fucked up. Do you have enough money to make it to my house?”
“Barely.”
“You can crash on my couch, for a few days, if you want but I can only let you stay for a week because I have family coming over and well, you know, your situation is kind of a bummer and they’ll be on vacation.”
“I get it, Man. Thanks for the offer. I’ll take you up on it until I figure out what to do. I’m still in shock over the whole thing.”
Artist starts engine and drives onto highway towards friends house.
Artist and Countess sip fruit cocktails on beach in front their Mansion.
“I think we should start a family.” The Countess says to Artist.
“Didn’t you go through menopause?” Artist asks taken aback by the prospect.
“I can get IVF treatment.”
“Designer babies. I don’t feel much like jerking off into a cup.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Oh, yeah, what are we going to tell our children, that they’re father beat his meat to an all girl lesbian orgy video with tribbing, strap-ons and double dongs, so they could be born in a petri dish?”
“You’re so disgusting.”
“If you think that’s disgusting, how are we going to make a baby? Are you going to fuck me proper or do you want me to jerk off to Disney videos at the sperm bank, so, in your mind, you don’t think I’m a pervert?”
Artist sitting on friends couch surrounded by papers making phone calls.
“Hey Bud, I need a favor.”
“I know. She contacted me.”
“So you know my situation.”
“I know you are a dick for hitting her and killing her dogs.”
“I didn’t kill her dogs or hit her.”
“Well, that’s what she’s been telling everyone. Your name is mud.”
“You know I’m not the monster she describes.”
“I don’t know, Man. She sounded pretty convincing. I can’t let you stay at my house. I don’t want to get involved, Sorry.”
Artist hears phone line go silent when friend hangs up on him as his Buddy enters room asking, “Have you found another place to stay yet?”
“No, Man. She’s been calling everyone and telling them shit about me. No one wants to get near me, they think I’m a dog killer, wife beater and child molester. That’s what I get for doing the right thing. No wonder no one wants to get involved.”
“See something say something get fucked. That’s why I mind my own business.” Artist’s Buddy says while taking a toke from joint and passing it to downtrodden Artist. “Here, this will calm you down.”
“Thanks, Man.”
“No worries.” Buddy pauses to take hit from joint passed back to him from Artist. “I hate to be a dick but you got to get out of here tomorrow. My family doesn’t take kindly to dog killers and child molesters.”
“Congratulations! Our hard work paid off. We’re set to make well over seven figures this year in profit.”
“That’s great. We should celebrate by taking off for the weekend. Maybe get a hotel somewhere nice, since tomorrow is our six year anniversary.”
“Oh, about that, my daughter and her new boyfriend are running a 5k for charity tomorrow and she asked if we could watch her kids this weekend.”
“Does she know it’s our anniversary?”
“Yes, but, I told her we would. You know how much I love those kids.”
“If that’s what you want. If it makes you happy.”
“It does.”
“If Mama ain’t happy, nobody’s happy, so I guess we’re babysitting your grandkids for our anniversary.” The Artist says, as Countess rises from table to kiss him on lips, saying, “Thank you Baby. I love you so much. You’re the best.”
Artist reads Injunction with Friend as both smoke bong.
“I can’t believe she told police I am a terrorist with bombs and a cache of assault rifles. No wonder they showed up with swat teams and bomb sniffing dogs.”
“What a cunt!” Friend says exhaling a cloud of smoke. “The Bitch tried getting you killed by police, that’s called swatting.”
“I know, the police said she was cop shopping too, trying to find officers that were sympathetic to her cause.”
“That’s bullshit, Man, cops always take the woman’s side.”
“Thanks for letting me stay here, Man, everyone thinks I’m a prick because of her.”
“I know you are a prick but you are my prick and I’m not going to let you crumble because of some dumb bitches lies.”
“Man, I need to get an attorney but she cleared out my bank account and left me penniless.”
“Listen dude, you can crash on my couch as long as you like but I ain’t lending you any money. I’m not a bank.”
“You’ve got three weeks to raise the money to save your good name and reputation, so if I were you, I’d be selling my ass on the street if I had to.”
Artist enters Courtroom with attorney and sees Countess sitting beside Domestic Abuse Counselor in packed Court as female Judge enters room, Bailiff says, “All rise, the Honorable Judge Lynn Topper presiding.”
“You may be seated.” The Judge addresses the packed courtroom. “We are hear today to rule on Injunctions for protection against domestic abuse. These are summary proceedings. There is no opening statement, no closing statement, no character witnesses, no long stories and background information about personality disorders or all of the circumstances surrounding the situation. I want facts. Cut to the chase. I won’t stand for any long stories about the history of your relationship, work history, residence history or contribution to the relationship because it’s not relevant. I’m here to determine one thing and one thing only, is the petitioner a victim of an act of violence or is the petitioner in imminent danger of becoming a victim of an act of domestic violence under section 741.30 of Florida statutes. The burden of proof is on the Petitioner to speak specifically about the act of violence perpetrated against the Petitioner and I’m not talking about yelling, cursing, threats or intimidation. I want dates, time and location of specific acts that caused the Petitioner to become a victim. Nothing else matters in my Court. Now, if I do find the Petitioner to be a victim of domestic abuse, I am authorized to sentence the Respondent to up to, but no more than, five and a half months in jail. With that in mind, let’s proceed. Bailiff, what’s the first case on the docket?”
Doctor plays chess with artist in Penthouse overlooking Ocean.
“Remember this, my friend.” Doctor says to Artist as he puts Artist’s King in check with pawn. “You can always count on cops being overworked, underpaid and lazy and lawyers being greedy. That’s why you can always get away with murder.” Doctor winks at Artist before adding, “That is of course, if you are smart, like me.”
In packed Courtroom, Judge addresses female Petitioner, with lawyer, in front of Respondent, without lawyer, defending himself pro se.
“You testified under oath that you witnessed the Respondent beating your son with his fists, did you not?”
“Yes, your Honor, I did.”
“Then why in the police report, taken minutes after police arrested your domestic partner, did your son write, and I quote, ‘I thought he would hit me but he didn’t.’ , end quote?”
“I don’t know, your Honor.”
“Oh, I think I know. If your son had been struck by the Respondent, as you claim, he would have remembered it moments after it happened and included it in the police report. There is a big difference between thinking you are going to get hit and actually getting hit. I’ll tell you what I think. I think the Respondent , as he stated under oath, told you he wanted you and your kids out of his home months ago. I think you tried buying yourself some time by filing this injunction and putting this man in jail without just cause. Your lies have put this man through hell. Therefore, I am denying your request for permanent injunction and dismissing this case for providing insufficient evidence under Florida Law sections 741.30. Who’s next Bailiff?”
“Your Honor, Case number 2016DR002970DRAXES, The Countess versus The Artist.”
Artist sits with Crackheadjesus as he floats in pool on inflatable Pizza in Speedos.
“You will be challenged by the Justice System and you will learn that it is broken. No justice no peace. In your life, if you want peace, you must learn to navigate the litigation vortex, before it swallows you whole and ruins your existence. Remember, Motherfucker, the truth will set you free.”
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