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.”
“Radical Islamic Terrorists are like Unicorns, they simply don’t exist. President Barrack Hussein Obama and Hillary Clinton are 100% correct when they say, “Islam is a religion of peace” and anyone who thinks otherwise is, Islamophobic and xenophobic. Hillary Clinton is correct when she says, “Donald Trump’s supporters are deplorable racists that are beyond redemption”. Actually, all white people are racist. Allahu Akbar! Hillary Clinton 2016.” – Osama Bin Laden
MILLENNIALS DON’T NEED BIAS MAINSTREAM NEWS TO TELL THEM THE CLINTON MACHINE IS MANIPULATING SOCIAL MEDIA LIKE FACEBOOK, INSTAGRAM AND TWITTER, TO CENSOR FREE SPEECH IN AMERICA.
“The Last Hit” features artwork and a cameo by Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II. The action packed film is available on DVD and on major streaming outlets like HULU and Amazon Prime.
“WOMAN”, SEEN ON BIG SCREEN IN AWARD WINNING ACTION-DRAMA, ”THE LAST HIT”: Film Features Popular DNA Series Painting, By Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II, In Hit Movie Climax.
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
AWARD-WINNING FILMMAKER MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
The plan was to release “The Blue Dress”, in the year of election 2016 with much fanfare and promotion, to expected rave reviews, regardless of political affiliation, as a smart-dark-comedy. Victor-Hugo approached the project from the perspective of the heroic everyday challenge of every man and woman attempting to maintain and safeguard any long term commitment, or relationship, like marriage, in the face of a rabid, unforgiving-public, in search of human foibles and imperfections in celebrities and public figures, so as to offset their own immediate shortcomings in life.
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II : PEERING THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS INTO THE MULTI-UNIVERSE.
“As an artist, I look through the existential prism of being in the mind of Bill Clinton, a beloved and feared lawyer, politician, suspected sex-offender, elected to the most powerful position on earth, as President of the United States, in command of the worlds most powerful military force, it was definitely something I looked forward to capturing and translating into the performances of talented actors, expressed through visual metaphors, on film, with a solid soundtrack, for the Lied To Generation to consume and digest, subconsciously, for generations.” Victor-Hugo said about his plans to direct the film.
“THE CLINTON MACHINE: STOP MONICA LEWINSKY STAINS BEFORE THEY START.” BY VICTOR HUGO VACA II
Alas, as fate would have it, a week before signing the contract to start production on the dark comedy inspired, by the part of the strange Bill and Hillary Clinton love story that President Clinton conveniently left out of his forty-one minute, “I Met A Girl Speech”, at the DNC, inside the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, PA during the 2016 Democratic National Convention, the producer died of natural causes and “The Blue Dress” was never manifested onto the big screen. “That’s too bad, because it was a great script.” Says Victor-Hugo, adding, “I would have produced a great film from that script but as the saying goes, that’s Hollywood.”
PRESIDENT BILL CLINTON – THE SEX OFFENDER SERIES
The Undecided Voter and United Slaves Of America watch the Bread and Circus perpetrated glaringly, by unapologetically biased mainstream media, as evidenced in the Wikileaks DNC Hillary Clinton Machine email leak, broadcasting Democratic elections, by the leaders of the Free World, in the New World Order, being overshadowed by the enigmatic Clinton Machine, suggesting a false narrative that, Donald Trump, is a Manchurian Candidate, working in collusion with Russians, to expose deep-rooted racism and corruption within core leadership of the U.S. Democratic party.
THE UNDECIDED VOTER
The Undecided Voter digests the impact of Wikileaks DNC Hillary Clinton Machine email leak, revealing ingrained anti-semitism and racism within the top branches of leadership inside the Clinton Machine.
WIKILEAKS REVEALS DNC CLINTON MACHINE EMAILS SUGGESTING DEEP ROOTED RACISM IN DEMOCRATIC PARTY LEADERSHIP
The Undecided Voter contemplates the severe impact of National Security issues that demand FBI investigation and prosecution by the Attorney General, if the security of the United States Of America, is ever to be taken seriously by any world power again; in particular, highly negligent intelligence issues, surrounding the hacking of DNC and Secretary Of State, Hillary Clinton’s, private server, which the presidential candidate admittedly kept, when Secretary Of State, without permission, beside her toilet, without any leader-like consideration of public trust and national security.
CAN HILLARY CLINTON, AS COMMANDER IN CHIEF, BE BRIBED BY RUSSIAN HACKERS?
The Undecided Voter wonders about the very real possibility that an adversarial world power, like Russia or China, could have hacked the unauthorized private server containing above-top-secret-classified-information that then, Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, knowingly kept beside her toilet in the bathroom of her home, without permission, when she was entrusted by the American public, to lead, serve and protect American children and families, by safeguarding the highest level of National Security secrets, against penetration and manipulation, by the most dangerous enemies of our United States.
CAN CHINESE HACKERS BRIBE PRESIDENT HILLARY CLINTON OVER THE MISSING EMAILS FROM HER UNAUTHORIZED CLINTON MACHINE PERSONAL SERVER?
The Undecided Voter, who understands, that the concept of duty can not be taught, it must be lived and military personnel and veterans, who know the meaning of loyalty and the penalty for violating responsibility and duty, such as safeguarding national security, are wary of trusting Hillary Clinton, as Commander In Chief, of the worlds most powerful military force, with above-top-secret National Security Clearance.
THE CLINTON MACHINE CENSORS TRUTH IN FAVOR OF POLITICAL CORRECTNESS ON FACEBOOK & INSTAGRAM.
The Undecided Voter realizes that national security issues for the DNC, FBI and the CIA should not only be whether Russia is involved in cyber-espionage exposing racist, anti-semitic, anti-atheist and politically incorrect e-mails, delivered to and from from high ranking leadership, inside the heart and soul of the Democratic party; national security issues should also include finding the more than thirty thousand potentially top-secret emails destroyed by Hillary Clinton and her unauthorized-to-do-so, Clinton-Machine-lawyers.
THE CLINTON-MACHINE-KOOL-AID SERVES TO DISTRACT MAINSTREAM- MEDIA-UNCLE-TOM’S-OF-COMMON-SENSE FROM INVESTIGATING DANGEROUS NATIONAL SECURITY TOP SECRET EMAIL ISSUES AS UNDERSTOOD AND APPRECIATED BY THE UNDECIDED VOTER, MILLENNIALS, HISPANICS & BLACKS WITH COMMON SENSE.
The Undecided Voter understands that Hillary Clinton’s hacked emails could serve to potentially blackmail the Commander In Chief, if any of those above-top-secret emails were hacked by any adversarial nations. For that and other reasons, the so-called-party-of-inclusion is having a hard time feeding truth camouflaged in chocolate scented feces, to The Undecided Voter.
UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY (USNA) MIDSHIPMEN OFFICERS FROM THE BRIGADE OF MIDSHIPMAN POINT TO THE HONOR CONCEPT – “DUTY CAN NOT BE TAUGHT, IT MUST BE LIVED.”
The Undecided Voter and Millennials are less worried about Donald Trump being a Russian Manchurian Candidate and more interested in knowing what National Security Information was inside the more than thirty-three thousand pages of information Hillary Clinton and the Clinton Machine lawyers destroyed to hide evidence of treasonous behavior when Hillary Clinton took the calculated action of placing an illegal personal server, containing top-secret United States National Security, in her home, unprotected and without safeguards against foreign hackers, in a clear violation of national security policy.
THE HILLARY CLINTON MACHINE – CRACKHEAD JESUS: DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT
The Undecided Voter thinks it is both unsettling and creepy to hear Bill Clinton describe how he stalked Hillary Clinton after first laying eyes on her and contemplates the logistical problems that will be faced by the United States Secret Service and Government attorneys fencing off the potential threat of having to deal with the reality of Bill Clinton and Anthony Weiner, two public sex offenders and perverts, stalking the White House Halls behind the President of the United States and Huma Abedin.
The creepy-rapey-guy feeling, that The Female Undecided Voter gets, when listening to Bill Clinton talk openly, about how he stalked Hillary Rodham, before grabbing her and making her his wife, before sodomizing a young intern named Monica Lewinsky, as Hillary Clinton’s husband and Commander In Chief, in the White House Oval Office. So, who’s Monica Lewinsky, in the lost chapter of the twisted Bill and Hillary Clinton Love Story?
MONICA LEWINSKY: CRACKHEAD JESUS IS COMING ON THE BILL & HILLARY CLINTON LOVE STORY
Monica Lewinsky and Hillary Clinton, technically, are the women responsible for manifesting the reality of entitlement for unsupervised teens and preteens to look up at their shocked conservative, parents walking into a latch-key-kids after-school-blow-job-party saying, “But Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, according to President Bill Clinton and the Democratic Presidential Candidate Hillary Clinton, a blow job is, technically, not sex.”
Women React To Bill & Hillary Clinton’s Love Story At The Democratic National Convention In Philadelphia.
Or, teens on their rug-burned knees looking up, with wide open innocent eyes, telling their elders to: “Lighten up, Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa; we were just taking a break, from talking about how progressive it is, to have Hillary Clinton as a Presidential candidate and role model for young boys and girls and we figured we’d do some oral exercises, before learning important stuff, about Hillary Clinton, as a leader and role model, for women, on the internet.” All said, while wiping their Daddy’s-Little-Girl’s mouths, on Tommy Hilfiger t-shirts.
HILLARY CLINTON CRACKHEAD JESUS
“My birth name is Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr. On stage, when I am performing with the Modern Art Music Movement, I am known as, The Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo. When I am manifesting creations in the multi-universe as a modern-art-gonzo-journalist, my job is not to be politically correct, it is to witness, observe, analyze and document so as to colorfully communicate the wisdom of ages, for seven generations forward. The point of my artwork, my Diary-Of-The-World-On-Canvas, is really, to make everyone think outside the box.”
“It’s not about race, it’s about state of mind, Meiniggas.” – Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II
INSIDE WELLS FARGO CENTER IN PHILADELPHIA THE UNDECIDED VOTER SEES WELCOME CULTURE WALL STREET DEMOCRATS STAGE DNC CONVENTION BEHIND 8 FOOT BORDER WALL OUTSIDE THE CLINTON MACHINE.
The Undecided Voter observes mainstream media outlets, owned by a small number of Caucasians in the top 1% tax bracket, hire excessively obedient, servile journalists and minority reporters, to serve as Uncle-Tom’s-against-logic, by whitewashing over the fact, that the so-called party of inclusion is so blatantly raping the Democratic process in favor of bailed out big banks on Wall Street, that it is holding the DNC, at The Wells Fargo Center, with a fence perimeter keeping Bernie Sanders protestors, four miles away from the Too-Big-To-Fail-Bank’s venue.
“THE CLINTON MACHINE: STOP MONICA LEWINSKY STAINS BEFORE THEY START” BY VICTOR HUGO VACA II
Democrats convene, like hypocrites, in a convention center whose name, Wells Fargo, symbolizes the greatest bank heist in human history, perpetrated on every American taxpayer and Constituent, for seven generations forward, by President Bill Clinton who manifested, “The Too-Big-To-Fail-Bank Bailouts”, by undoing and completely dismantling the, if-it-ain’t-broke-don’t fix-it, Glass-Steagall Act, also known as The Banking Act, while Hillary Rodham Clinton besmirched Monica Lewinsky in public, for performing oral favors on her adulterous, presidential, bank-friendly-husband, Bill Clinton.
“EMANCIPATE YOURSELF FROM LEGAL SLAVERY” BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR HUGO VACA II
The Clinton Machine manipulated the United States Justice System and politically-correct mainstream-media news outlets, to create a real world, where blow jobs, are no longer considered oral sex, so as to fit the honest framework of Hillary Clinton’s husband and his testimony under oath, when President Bill Clinton stated emphatically, to the American public, “I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Monica Lewinsky.”, and in so doing, changed human history, for generations to cum.
“UNITED SLAVES OF AMERICA FLAG” BY MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA II
And “poof!”, like that, The Undecided Voter realizes the documented but unreported power of The Clinton Machine in history and wonders out loud, like some well-groomed-pervert, at a Starbucks, reading Hustler Magazine inside of a Wall Street Journal: “If the Clinton Machine can make a blow job, not sex in the real world, by Rule Of Law, and dismiss the leak of Top Secret information in emails, as not violating any Rule of Law in America, what can the Clinton-Machine possibly do, in collusion with Uncle Tom’s disguised as journalists, raping public, trust in favor of money and ratings if Hillary Clinton wins the 2016 U.S. Presidential election?”
TPP Trans Pacific Partnership By Victor Hugo Vaca II
“The Democrats holding the DNC at Wells Fargo Center is like the NAACP and #BlackLivesMatter holding their convention at The General Robert E. Lee Center or The General Stonewall Jackson Arena.” – Victor-Hugo Vaca II
Maverick Artist Victor Hugo Vaca II
“It’s not, as Michelle Obama says, that a woman can be President Of The United States; it’s that crooks, like Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump, can become President of the United States.”- Victor-Hugo Vaca II
The Sellouts: Bernie Sanders & Elizabeth Warren @ The Wells Fargo DNC.
The Story Of How Bernie Sanders Revolution Jumped The Shark Over Undecided Voters & Millennials In The New World Order.
The Undecided Voter and Millennials realize that, if the DNC server was hacked by Russians, to expose a rigged “Democratic” election system in the United States, fueled by the corrupt, “Clinton Machine”, under the blatant leadership of Debbie Wasserman Schultz, in the crackheadjesus state of Florida, in the United States of America, the “dangerous-to-national-security-for-constituents-allies-and-trade-partners-personal-server” kept beside, U.S. Presidential candidate, Hillary Clinton’s toilet, when she was Secretary Of State under President Barack Hussein Obama, was probably hacked too.
Think – Club NY Graffiti
Now, that Bernie Sanders has lost all credibility by backing corrupt oligarchy and status-quo-plutocracy, over a fresh new beginning, to inspire hope and freedom for seven generations forward; The Undecided Voter and Millennials must now, examine the definitions of: democracy, oligarchy and plutocracy.
Bernie Sanders Kow Tows To The Clinton Machine But Not Voters.
Democracy is a system of government by the whole population or all the eligible members of a state, typically through elected representatives.
Graffiti Speaks Truth To Power
Plutocracy is a country or society governed by the wealthy. Plutocracy is an elite or ruling class of people whose power derives from their wealth.
The Clinton Machine
Oligarchy is a small group of people having control of a country, organization, or institution.
Trump vs Clinton
Remember, whether you are Republican or Democrat, black or white, Jewish or Muslim, Roman Catholic or Satanist ; a vote for Hillary Clinton in 2016, is a vote for the death of democracy.
The 3 Soldiers: Great White Hope In Midst Of Turmoil In The Middle East
“The Three Soldiers” By Victor-Hugo Vaca II (28×52) Oil on canvas. 1-22-05. As seen in NY Arts Magazine article by Kate Hickey.
NY Arts / China Arts Featuring Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr. Exhibit With Jeff Koons At Broadway Gallery In Soho, Manhattan, New York Feb. 2006 Article by Kate Hickey
Excerpt from Kate Hickey article titled, “Continue To Descend.” featuring “The Three Muses” by Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II on the top right corner of the page:
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA JR WITH JEFF KOONS IN NY ARTS MAGAZINE/CHINA ARTS
“This February, a group of 11 artists who hail from four different countries, explored the idea of “descent.” From moral to physical to mental, the idea of tumbling, floating and sliding downwards was probed through a wonderful array of paintings. Through planes going into descent, trees entering the autumnal season, the hand of god dropping toward a human eye and wonderful examples of abstract expressionism. The 11 contributors were Victor-Hugo Vaca II, Jeff Koons, Umberto Torricelli, Bata Musicki, Dylan Farrell, Kai Lintumaa, Duriye Yuksel, Trey Reed, Gencay Kasapci, Lucy DeLange and Andrea Serrano.
MAVERICK ARTIST VICTOR-HUGO VACA JR WITH JEFF KOONS IN NY ARTS MAGAZINE/CHINA ARTS
Among Victor Hugo’s works was the painting The Three Soldiers. This dark and sullen image filled with black and reds brings forth a feeling of impending doom. Of his own work, Hugo says: “It aims to induce feelings in the viewer which lead to self-examination. I paint what I see around me.”
Try Peace: Peace Is Cool.
The iconic image of “The Three Soldiers”, by Victor-Hugo Vaca II, was displayed alongside works by Jeff Koons, the Pop-art provocateur, who has broken a world record for a price paid for a single artwork by a living artist at auction, and “The Three Soldiers” painting was also featured in the celebrity driven, “Try Peace”, campaign, from the documentary titled, “The Marketing Of Peace”, produced, written and directed by Victor-Hugo Vaca II, which included members of The Goo Goo Dolls, Berlin, The English Beat (Dave Schulz), The Smiths, Electronic and Modest Mouse (Johnny Marr), UFC Champion (Tito Ortiz) and “Porn Stars For Peace” adult film stars (Ron Jeremy, Joanna Angel, Kaylani Lei, Trisha Uptown and Brea Bennet) to promote peace, love and an end to the U.S. invasion and war in Iraq.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuB6wwsjwlE
“How would you market peace? The modern-art-gonzo-journalism being manifested through the Modern Art Music Movement™ , is not about dwelling in darkness, it is about shedding light, peacefully, on the wisdom of ages, raining down on humanity, at this moment of social unrest and awakening. The actions we take as a whole, with the knowledge we are given as one, shapes our immediate future eternally. Try peace. Peace is cool.” – Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II
The Artist As Matador In The Ring Of Life: Live, Love, Flow
In the Age of Donald Trump, Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton, failing to revisit anything that manifests toxicity in water or world leadership, is a recipe for disaster: Because, both elements are essential for life to exist in civilizations that prosper. It is no wonder, that global influence makers and sociologists have their eyes set on places like Flint, Michigan and the leadership laboratory in Annapolis, Maryland, the United States Naval Academy, as canaries in the social-contract-coal-mine, of human nature and evolution in human history.
United States Naval Academy Midshipman Officer Victor-Hugo Vaca II Leads Brigade Of Midshipman At Leadership Laboratory in Annapolis, MD.
MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT™ “TRY PEACE” CAMPAIGN. Featuring: Johnny Marr (Modest Mouse, The Smiths, Electronic), Eric Judy (Modest Mouse), Tim & Danny (Oh No! Oh My!), Karina Zeviani (Thievery Corporation), Lou Lou Djine (Thievery Corporation), Empire Band and Damian “Jr. Gong” Marley, Malcolm XXX
MODERN ART MUSIC MOVEMENT HISTORY- “MODERN CIVIL WAR” ECHOES DONALD TRUMP VS. HILLARY CLINTON AMERICA THROUGH MODERN-ART-GONZO-JOURNALISM.
THE UNDECIDED VOTER – DONALD TRUMP VS. HILLARY CLINTON
This 2008 expose forecasts issues at the forefront of the 2016 Donald Trump vs. Hillary Clinton United States Presidential election. “Your Entertainment Ticket” Al McGhee interviews the 2008 dark-horse United States Presidential candidate, Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II.
2008 Dark Horse US Presidential Candidate, Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo, Interviewed By Al McGhee On “Your Entertainment Ticket”
Following the mysterious death of Supreme Court Justice Anthony Scalia, which exposed severe conflicts of interest that pervert Rule Of Law in the United States Justice System and as Police boycott Beyonce’s 2016 World Tour, after her aggressive portrayal of a bullet-clad, militant, black-panther, dancing around with an army of strong, black, women, during the 2016 Super Bowl halftime show in San Francisco, California, this two-part, “Your Entertainment Ticket” interview hosted by Al McGhee, prognosticates bad race relations fueled by a blatantly corrupt justice system that birthed a “Trump vs. Clinton America”.
The power of the Modern Art Music Movement and modern-art-gonzo-journalism is in the ability of artist’s like Beyonce and Victor-Hugo Vaca Jr. to speak truth to power using artistic metaphor. The message is clear, the power is in the hands of the people.
“It’s not about race, it’s about state of mind, Meiniggas. Live, Love, Flow” – Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II
What the United Slaves of America choose to do, with the collective wisdom bestowed upon their collective conscious by influential collective souls, can not be controlled by any one person. The collective behavior which influences pop-culture, will forever be documented by artists, whether they be passive, like Jimmy Fallon, or aggressive, like Kendrick Lamar, because artists reflect life and periods of time in history, raw and real; the good, the bad and the ugly.
Think Pink
“Modern-art-gonzo-journalism, picks up, where good investigative journalism, left off, with a Rorschach interpretation of events on canvas, for future generations of soul currency to mentally digest, visually ponder and verbally question, through the Modern Art Music Movement™; the beautiful chaos that surrounds us all, in forming our human evolution, within the multi-universe, where nothing is by chance and all souls are eternally connected.” – Victor-Hugo Vaca II
Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II Speaks Truth With “Lied To Generation”
“Think Big. The Golden Rule. Live, Love, Flow.” – Maverick Artist Victor-Hugo Vaca II
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