A Pox Upon Their Houses

As of 10 am today, my mother was still hanging on to life. She is in a coma, unable to swallow. Unable to eat or drink. Absolutely unresponsive. Breathing shallow and labored. And the nurse says the end could come at any time.

I admit, I made something of a fool of myself on Twitter last night, "tweeting" a family curse against Aaron Walker, Lee Stranahan and William John Joseph Hoge since their legal bullshit is keeping me from performing my duty to my mother as her oldest living son, to be at her bedside as she slips from this reality to whatever lies beyond. It was silly and it was wrong.

Curses, to be effective, must be spoken.

I will level a curse on the houses of Walker, Stranahan and Hoge on today's show.

That, and much more.

The Right Wing Media Mafia has had just about enough of me. They have appointed the dimmest bulb in their burned out marquee to file criminal charges against me for telling the truth.

Their hope? My 13-years with Parkinson's disease have left me unable to deal with the stress and I'll quit. Either that, or the stress will kill me.

I will not be silenced without being killed.

If I die, I will stop broadcasting.

If I am silenced, there will be...

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