We have figured out who the person was who allegedly spoke on the record with media but anonymously (how does that even happen) about my family.

What are they talking about. I don’t even have a family. I don’t come from anywhere. I am an alien from B733D111-1, a star system in the Identity Belt.

The media (especially Wikipedia) bases its POV – that we were people with money –  on the word of someone (get this) who is dead. He is dead. He has been dead for a while. Is he sending BuzzBuzz to Los Angeles. How do you put words in a dead mans’ mouth. What in the world are they talking about. Are they sending secret messages to my autism from B733D111-2. Probably.

What do they have to lose by my editorial struggles with the New York Times. It’s rock and roll, baby. All the way. I don’t care what you have to lose. How about your voice. Do you even have one. Or do you swallow the dog and pony show that the media simply informs us.  A very cute piece of rhetoric.

The media will slit your throat just for being yesterday’s news. Compound the yesterdays and what you have is called time. Gravity waves created at the Big Bang Bang can warp time because the universe is not infinite. Yesterday is over. Yesterday is never over. Physicists claim that an electron can be in two places at the same time. There are big problems with this theory. It is beginning to look like there is only one electron and it is everywhere or dark energy could not exist because there would be nothing to hang your hat on. 

Why someone would give interviews about a person they do not know – or even know so much as how someone as autistic as I am is more confusing than the theory of the electron. How does a dead man give interviews. No one knows. It’s a mystery. I cared for exactly fifteen seconds, and then I was done caring. Go interview Zsa Zsa Gabor. Analytics will point the way.