Sunday, August 21, 2011

Efthimia Dilpizoglou

Finally I've been told we are moving in on Drs. Efthimia Dilpizoglou also known as Maria Technosux  antifascist slanderer and what I believe to be a very dangerous individual who is making threats against various people in the United States and Europe. She lives part time in Amsterdam with her mother and part time in Greece with a relative. In Amsterdam she lives on the Naaldwijkstraat in what is believed to be a public housing unit, our contacts in Holland have not been to the address yet.

Ms Dilpizoglou writes anti government blogs and she could be a danger to herself and others. We have now made contact with additional people who she has threatened.

Our informants tell us she is thin, dark haired  and has a mole on the right side of her chin...we are trying to get a photo of her. Her title also indicates that she has a Ph.D which she does not.

If you should know this person or have any information on her please contact me at
This is part of a liable investigation against several people who are abusing their freedom of speech. Their intent is to damage other people's reputations and cause them harm They are sick individuals with very low self esteem.

We are also trying to locate the following person who may be living in Nevada:
Robert Sterling plus we are trying to locate the owners of Asian Diva Girls.

Saturday, June 25, 2011


I am depressed. I have lived an intense life as a free man. Free from all the constraints of society. Free from my own fears. I've lived like I've wanted to live.  I'm torn. I want to tell the story but there are so many stories and all except perhaps a few forgotten by the passing of time. Most of these stories buried beneath the sands of time, under the oceans, under the flow of lava, lost to mother nature's whims, her outbursts against humanity for the crimes we have committed against her. It's down right frightening that we have spent this time on earth and have very little to show for it. What happened to our dreams, our castles our toys our children and even our madness?

I'm so afraid to write about my life. In the end there is so little to say, maybe a few million words, maybe just a sentence or two or maybe we end up with a blank piece of paper that can only be used to white balance a camera or make a paper plane from.

Can I write about my childhood in the middle of a world war? can I write about the oppression of being a good family man? Can I write about being a mad publisher fearless of what I publish? Can I write about the American police state and the effects on human dignity? Can I write about prison? Can I write about sex and all it's wonderful perversions? There's more, a lot more.

No, right now I can't but as I get closer to the end of the days of my life I will, I surely will write something. How about you? Will you dare to write about your boring life?

Saturday, May 14, 2011


Again it is early morning and I look out over the city of Los Angeles from my office high in the sky. This morning I'm thinking about a crazy woman that came to an interview a few months back. Her name is Lindsay Jonson or Lindsay Steinmetz or Lindsay Hibbard, she goes by several names, she plays war games and paints ugly works. She used to be a dental assistant in the Seattle area she is now a photographer / painter. The one picture of her is not really what she looks like. She's puffy with thin blond hair and will no doubt expand as the years go by. She loves that picture, it makes her look sexy.

How did I meet this charming woman? Well she applied for a job her at the institute. During the interview she must have been on drugs because she saw hookers and white powder all over the floor and coke under my nose. She was just here for a few minutes before running off....more to come.

Monday, November 22, 2010


Life is the journey of a slow death for most of us. Sometimes death comes knocking early, sometimes death doesn't even knock, it just comes in and takes you. Other times it let's you be for a long time but eventually it comes to take you away from the world you know and the ones you love most. It comes to take us all.

My death warreat came a couple of weeks ago from my have cancer Max. Like any death warrant, some are excecuted on the spot, some are not executed for years. Their are always appeals, sometimes long drawn out painful appeals were we languish in a limbo full of dangers.

I can't say I was shocked, death has been after me for a long time. Like all of us it sits on our shoulder just waiting for the right moment when we are not fully attententive of our whereabouts. After all our state of being is a constant puzzle. Where are we? Why? Who am I? What is my purpose? Nobody has the answer. Yet most of us are addicted to life. Oh, we have a lot of excuses. To create a better world, leave something behind that will remind total strangers of the future that we have lived? Yes of course a better future for our children, for all the children of the world. All a little selfish considering that most of us won't be remembered past a horses ass.

How do I feel about my death warrant? I'm thinking about it. I'll let you know.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Thursday Night @ The Standard

I almost never go out in this town called LA. Yet, last night I did, wanted to see an old friend and porn actress Brittaney Andrews and I wanted to see The Standard Hotel, I'm kind of a hotel buff?

Sticky waterbeds, sticky hand rails (yuk), strange stuffy rooms with toilets in the sleeping area and each narrow dimly lite floor with it's own delicate odor and the guests? Far from high end, mainly at a dead-end. Endless stories full of cow you know what...tee shirts, dirty sneakers, bad breath, spilled drinks, drunken corporate workers and an incredible view of the ten or so high rises that define the skyline of downtown Los Angeles.

A better name would be The Standard Motel, with their signage posted up-side-down.



It just never ends, doesn't it?

A note from an old friend on Facebook corporate censorship and their endless war on sexuality which will cause their downfall...

It just never ends, doesn't it?

I have been a fan of Dr. Susan Block for, I guess, 15 years (and I am probably low-balling it). She has been one of the people responsible for (some say blame) for my sexual evolvement. She is sexy, haughty, regal, profane, outrageous....and a pretty hood egg.

Currently she is having a bit of a problem with the folks at Facebook. It is the same problem wherever she and those like her go: you follow the restrictive TOS, but even then, because some biddy in Terre Haute thinks that you are the embodiment of Satanism because you talk about sex in an honest manner, you should be banned.

Pay no attention to the person on FB who post about how much he wants to kill the President.

No sex on YouTube, but pay no attention to the very graphic videos of people killing themselves or uncensored gang videos.

It goes on and on and on.

Below, is an episode of the Dr. Susan Block Show from late 2009. Herein, DocBlock...when she is not offering homespun advice about vibrators and orgasms.....unleashes holy hell on AOL for, pretty much, the same crap that Yahoo, Facebook, Twitter, Multiply, Tagged, etc. pull. Restrictive terms of service that insures that their sites are safe for the same 8-year olds clandestinely downloading Sunny Lane videos onto their PS3s.

As you can see......nothing changes.

Don Pascal

See some classic Dr. Susan Block Shows @

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Time is Short

As if I didn't know, since my quadruple by-pass operation I've come to realize that these are my last days on earth. That whole thing about a life time ahead of me was just a misunderstanding of time and space. A well intentioned parental booster on those bad days when life sucked.

But now I get to tell everything, I can cut the thin delicate veneer of the of the bag and let all the beans spill out, let them spread across the floor, cause now it doesn't matter and the truth has to be told. I'm going to tell you all this because I think you should know the truth. You should know the truth for my sake There is no life time, there are minutes, moments when we see ourselves bigger than life, masters of the fact, we are little, tiny, inconsequential in the scheme of time and space.

But we are arrogant braggards with big stories about our little lives. We insist that we are. Are what? Time erases us in a matter of nano-seconds. What we leave behind is stuff. Tragic stuff.

More later...