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ROCK LEGEND RICK DERRINGER INJECTS ROCK AND ROLL HOOCHIE KOO INTO MONUMENTAL MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT ALL STAR MAMM JAM FEATURING MEMBERS OF AEROSMITH BOSTON STEELY DAN CHEAP TRICK THE DOOBIE BROTHERS BELLEVUE CADILLAC THE WAILERS JAMES BROWN BAND J GEILS BAND THE CARS JAMES MONTGOMERY AND THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR HUGO VACA II.

Stunning Performance By The McCoy’s Frontman, Inspires Music Industry Icons To Produce Historic Rock And Roll Memorabilia, On Canvas, In Fort Myers, Florida.

On February 24, 2012, Rick Derringer walked into a room full of rock and roll icons gathered for rehearsal and blew everyone in sight away, with one of the most electrifying performances, any of the music industry legends had ever witnessed. The energy in the Sidney And Berne Davis Art Center, went from amazing to beyond intense, when Rick Derringer stepped on stage, grabbed the microphone and belted through a ferocious version of ,”Rock And Roll Hoochie Koo“, that left everyone in the hall breathless. The remarkable moment of Rock and Roll history was captured in a 41×56, work of art titled, “Live-Love-Flow“, manifested by the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II, who was specially selected as an intuitive artist with synesthesia, to perform with the entertainment industry All-Stars, as part of the Modern Art Music Movement™ (MAMM).

THE RIVER WEEKLY NEWS ARTICLE ANNOUNCING THE INCLUSION OF THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II IN THE MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT ALL-STAR JAM.

THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, CENTER STAGE, SURROUNDED BY ROCK & ROLL ARISTOCRACY AT THE MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT ALL-STAR MAMM JAM IN FORT MYERS, FLORIDA.

“Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo” by Rick Derringer peaked at 23 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100. It was first released on the “Johnny Winter And“ LP (1970), with Rick Derringer and the McCoys (#1 “Hang On Sloopy”) backing up Johnny Winter. Derringer decided to re-record the song for his first solo single, on the 1974, “All American Boy“, LP.”Hoochie Koo” is short for “Hoochie Koochie,” which is sexual slang popularized by Muddy Waters in his song “Hoochie Coochie Man”.

RICK DERRINGER, POINTS AT CAMERA, STANDING BESIDE THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, ON STAGE, AT THE LEGENDARY MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT™ ALL-STAR JAM IN FORT MYERS, FLORIDA.

Rick Derringer’s clever lyrics subversively imply female genitalia and the act of copulation:

“Hope you all know what I’m talkin’ about.
The way they wiggle that thing really knocks me out.
Gettin’ high all the time, hope you all are too.
C’mon little pussy gonna do it to you.”

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, FAR RIGHT, AT REHEARSAL, IN THE MIX OF THINGS, COLLABORATING WITH MUSIC INDUSTRY LEGENDS, TO CAPTURE MAGIC MOMENTS ON CANVAS, THROUGH THE MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT™(MAMM).

THE ART OF CREATION: AT REHEARSAL, THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, MANIFESTS ROCK AND ROLL MEMORABILIA WITH TITANS OF THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, THAT COLLECTIVELY, HAVE SOLD OVER HALF A BILLION RECORD ALBUMS AND SINGLES, WORLDWIDE.

Like the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II, Rick Derringer was raised Roman Catholic and attended a private Catholic school, for eight-years, during his youth. After a time of intense personal struggle, Rick Derringer was reborn in his faith and rewrote the lyrics to, “Rock And Roll Hoochie Koo”, reflecting a less sexual and more spiritual mood:

“Couldn’t stop shouting when it first took hold.

It was an awesome night at the old church hall.

There was an old time preacher he was laying it down.

Heard the word and you know I can’t forget that sound.

Read the word, live it too.

Let the truth be seen in you.”

“LIVE-LOVE-FLOW” (41X56) BY THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, CAPTURES THE UNIQUE MOMENT, WHEN RICK DERRINGER JOINED THE MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT ALL-STARS, FOR A ROUSING RENDITION OF HIS CLASSIC ANTHEM, “ROCK AND ROLL HOOTCHIE KOO.”

Rick Derringer and his wife own artwork from The Victor-Hugo Collection.

ART BASEL MIAMI BEACH SHOCK NIGHTCLUB UNDECIDED VOTER DONALD TRUMP HILLARY CLINTON EXPOSE PLUMMETING TRUST IN NEWSPAPERS AND GOVERNMENT

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.

The Undecided Voter Weighs The Danger Of Having Two Bullies Named Bill And Hillary In The White House Versus Having One Bully As Commander In Chief, With An Immigrant First Lady, Who Is So Forthcoming, That Anatomically-Correct-Politically-Incorrect Nude-Photo’s Of Her Exist And Can Be Seen By Anyone, At Anytime, On The Worldwide Web, Alongside News Stories Of The French Bernie Madoff And Shock Nightclub.

“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 FRENCH BERNIE MADOFF”, EXPOSED AN EPIDEMIC OF ECONOMIC FRAUD, THAT CROSSED CONTINENTS, AS NOTED IN THIS HIGHLIGHTED QUOTE, FROM THE MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II, IN THE MIAMI NEW TIMES.

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 BLOUIN ART INFO International 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 BLOUIN ART INFO International 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 BLOUIN ART INFO International 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

WELLS FARGO USURY EXAMINES DANGERS OF TO BIG TOO FAIL BANKS Why Tax Deductible Fines Fail To Stop Fraud Money Laundering And Deception In Banking Business

“Wells Fargo Usury” was created on September 1, 2013 by the Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II. Wall Street banks made billions on securitized subprime mortgages. When the bubble burst 99% of the world population was negatively impacted by the ripple effects. The main culprits have escaped punishment, not one top executive-level banker has been personally punished or lost their job. Tax deductible fines are levied against banks for criminal acts, not prosecutions. The lesson learned is, crime pays for the 1%.

VOODOO ECONOMICS

While lame stream media distracts people by feeding them bread and circus, disguised as news and information, banks labeled, “too-big-to-fail”, are stealing money from customers with impunity, because they can.

Banks steal billions of dollars but only pay millions in fines that are usually tax deductible. So the lesson learned is: crime pays, if you are a corporate entity protected by a corrupt, “pay for play”, government.

BANKS ARE ABOVE THE LAW: TOO-BIG-TO FAIL MEANS TOO-BIG-TO-JAIL AND THAT TRANSLATES INTO FISCAL ANARCHY THAT ENABLES ECONOMIC TERRORISM.

Wells Fargo, the largest mortgage lender in the United States, admitted to deceiving the U.S. government into insuring thousands of risky mortgages and agreed to pay $1.2 billion to put to rest claims that it engaged in reckless lending under a Federal Housing Administration program that left a taxpayer subsidized, government insurance fund to clean up the mess.

Wells Fargo engaged in a reckless trifecta of poor training, deficient loan underwriting and poor disclosure in the government-backed loan program.

ECONOMIC TERRORISM DEFINED IN MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM.

Wells Fargo was fined $3.6 million because the bank acted illegally by charging on-time payers with late fees, failed to inform borrowers of steps they could take to minimize fees and left credit report errors uncorrected, which resulted in some misled student loan borrowers paying unnecessary fees.

“Wells Fargo hit borrowers with illegal fees and deprived others of critical information needed to effectively manage their student loan accounts. Consumers should be able to rely on their servicer to process and credit payments correctly and to provide accurate and timely information.”- Richard Cordray, Director Of Consumer Financial Protection Bureau.

CONTEMPORARY ART MEME

The Consumer Financial Protection Bureau assessed nearly $36 million in penalties against Wells Fargo for the banks’ role in a “mortgage kickback” scheme. The financial regulator charged Wells Fargo bank employees with entering into an illegal arrangement with a now-defunct Maryland mortgage title company, under which the title company gave cash, marketing materials and consumer information in exchange for bank business. The CFPB determined in its investigation that more than 100 Wells Fargo loan officers in Maryland and Virginia entered into the illegal arrangement,

“These banks allowed their loan officers to focus on their own illegal financial gain rather than on treating consumers fairly.” – Richard Cordray, Consumer Financial Protection Bureau Director.

CONTEMPORARY ART MEME

Wells Fargo was fined $81.6 million for failing to provide bankrupt homeowners with legally required notices of mortgage payment increases which denied homeowners the opportunity to challenge the accuracy of mortgage payment increases. By failing to properly notify homeowners, Wells Fargo violated federal bankruptcy rules that took effect in December 2011 that imposed more detailed disclosure requirements to ensure proper accounting of fees and charges on homeowners in bankruptcy.

CONTEMPORARY ART MEME

Wells Fargo, agreed to pay $85 million to settle charges that it falsified loan documents of its borrowers and pushed borrowers into higher interest subprime mortgages even though they qualified for a mortgage with lower interest rates. Over 10,000 borrowers were steered into more expensive subprime mortgages with higher interest rates or had their loan paperwork falsified by Wells Fargo personnel. Wells Fargo personnel were driven to the fraudulent activity in order to meet their company goals required for consideration to receive bonuses.

CONTEMPORARY ART MEME

Wells Fargo agreed to pay a $70 million penalty to settle legal claims over improper activity including the robo-signing of foreclosure documents, faulty payment-change notices filed in bankruptcy courts and faulty escrow calculations. Wells Fargo employees acted as robo-signers to speed up the foreclosure process with falsified or inadequate underlying documentation.

CONTEMPORARY ART MEME

“One would assume the most valuable tool for an artist is in his hands, in reality, however, it is the mind of the artist which serves to create.”- Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II

MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II

UNDECIDED VOTER EXAMINES CLINTON FOUNDATION AND HYPOCRISY OF PHILANTHROPY How Charity Colludes With Press To Give Victims And Do Gooders False Hope

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.

Mainstream media news outlets inability to serve public trust, inspired the following chapters from the copyrighted screenplay of the feature length version of “Crackhead Jesus: The Movie”©, a seven part series, inspired by the modern-art-gonzo-journalism, “Diary Of The World On Canvas”©, screenplay storyboards by Victor-Hugo Vaca II. Though inspired by actual events it is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“THE HAPPY ART SERIES” BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II EXAMINES THE HYPOCRISY OF PHILANTHROPY AND WEAK U.S. NEWS MEDIA.

“The Rock & Roll Legend of American Vinyl All Star Band Rep. Bill Johnson, His Girlfriend Melissa And Her Son From The Able Academy For Handicapped Children”

PROLOGUE

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.

Chapter 3- Hypocrisy Of Philanthropy

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.

CONTEMPORARY ART MEME

Chapter 4- NEWS PRESS, MR. BILL AND THE BILL COSBY EFFECT

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?

CHAPTER 5 – SHABBAT IN THE GHETTO

“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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KN8SIigY8TI