Key West mayor’s race – the Jedi strike back

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“Mud Dawg” Mike Tolbert replied to yesterday’s high and low comedy in the Key West mayor’s race post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

Sloan, It’s beyond the realm of tech issues that your best performance ever as a candidate and your opponents’ worst has issues being uploaded. Me thinks the powers that be are protecting [Mayor] Cates from his poor showing being uploaded. I hope I am wrong but having cruise ship people instead of a neutral moderator like Linda Russin up there makes one wonder! As for the Ryno Exchange He needs to realize he works for a dying industry thanx to computer broadcast and satellite radio. He probably has about as many listeners as you had votes in 2009. I am filing a Equal time complaint and Bias complaint with FCC right BEFORE I send you this so you cant talk me outta it! See what FCC has to say about it? You may get bunch more airtime on BOOTY PIRATE radio. Or They may catch a little grief! Either way my PEEPEE will get hard! …

I replied:

It did cross my mind that the Empire (think Star Wars) is crashing the Hometown video for the very reason you stated, and because it also will reveal County Commissioner George Neugent has convinced himself he and God are one and same …

Mike wrote:

As for RYNO all mouth and EGO.

Mark RhynoMark Ryno

And That complaint to FCC is filed and logged hopefully they will look into it! … Mud Dawg's guardian angel

As of this morning, Saturday, August 9, Hometown PAC’s video of its candidate forum this past Monday evening is still not up at www.hometownkeywest.com due to having problems with the playback. At the Business Guild candidate forum this past Wednesday, I talked with the Hometown volunteer IT tech who was trying to get the video working; she clearly was distressed that it kept crashing. There is a technical problem, but it’s cause is metaphysical. Or karma, if you wish. Hometown messed up having two cruise ship lovers on its panel. Maybe the angels will stop crashing the video without Hometown apologizing, so the public can watch the event. Maybe not. I learned decades ago there is no way to predict angel behavior.

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Ron Kennerly is a North Carolina real estate developer and once frequent visitor with his wife to Key West. Ron’s grandson married my oldest first Bashinsky cousin Leo’s daughter. Ron and I only know each other via emails and my online ravings. He replied to yesterday’s high and low comedy in the Key West mayor’s race post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

BASH – This Mark Ryno is an employee of the radio station? Have they run out of talented on air folks in KW? His attempts to anger you are childish. $5 bet…… he does not even vote. Probably would not know how to pull the lever!!!

On another subject regarding your cremated “trashes” (as my grand’s call them). I am certain that this is illegal, but the statue of limitations has probably run. On my last visit to KW, it was a memorial trip. I visited all of the places that the Princess Phyllis and I liked to inhabit, such as Pepe’s, Antonia’s, El Cebonay, Turtle Kraals, Tower Bar, Half Shell, the Hyatt on Front Street, Mallory Square, etc. etc. I left a small amount of her “trashes” at each location. I have the full list and when I die, my children have promised to deliver a small amount of my “trashes” to these same location. May my “trashes” meet your “trashes” many, many years from now. I feel like I have miles to travel and I hope that you also have many miles to travel.

Mark is not really smart enough to know this, but you really would make KW a most excellent Mayor.

Regards, Ron K.

PS: I know you are really busy now with the primary coming up, but if you find time. Check out today’s Charlotteobserver.com page 5A article “Who are the Yazidi’s? Three religions I had never heard of. A complicated section of the world. But, according to Borax, we are just going to help, not to fight. Interesting concept, helping in a war, without fighting. Borax took 30 minutes last night to say. We are going to help these poor people, and we are going to hurt those that try to stop us. (I think “hurt” may be another word for “fight”)

ciao rk

I replied:

I think there are lots of Mark Rynos in Key West, in the my candidate can do no wrong sense. A dyed-in-the-wool Republican friend close to your age, he used to have a snowbird home between Key West and Little Torch, really conservative but not in a religious way, replied to today’s Sloaning and Rynoing post:

“I read your post. I think you would be a breath of fresh air and would certainly bring a point of view that doesn’t exist now. The only problem is that people would never know what you think. Once I get my tongue out of my check, let me wish you good luck. When’s the primary? Please let me know how you do.”

I ain’t that busy, Ron. All the public candidate forums and debates are behind, I’m not standing on street corners shaking hands, my social calendar ain’t terribly filled in, no lady to keep me on my toes. I read about the Azidis in the Charlotte Observer and in the Telegraph. From the Telegraph article:

The Yazidis mark themselves out as different. They never wear the colour blue. They are not allowed to eat lettuce. Many of the men wear their hair in long plaits that make them resemble nothing so much as Asterix and Obelix. They believe one of their holy books, the Black Book, was stolen by the British in colonial times and is being kept somewhere in London … For ordinary Iraqis, they are bogeymen to frighten children with. But for religious extremists through the centuries, they have been Devil-worshippers to be slaughtered. The misidentification came about because the Yazidis worship a fallen angel, the Malek Tawwus, or Peacock Angel. But, unlike Lucifer, the Yazidis’ fallen angel was forgiven by God and restored to heaven. Their religion is not just an offshoot of Christianity or Islam. They do not believe in heaven or hell, but in reincarnation, which they describe as the soul “changing its clothes”. They have kept their religion alive through the Talkers, men who are taught the entire text of their missing holy book by memory as children, and who in turn pass it on to their own sons. The Yazidis once lived in a wide area, across Iraq, Syria, Turkey, Georgia and Armenia. But they have been driven from their homelands, and most have fled to Australia, Canada and Germany. Against all the odds, Iraq is the one place in the Middle East where a sizeable community remains. They have been persecuted both for their religious beliefs, and for their ethnicity. In Turkey, they faced double discrimination as both non-Muslims and Kurds, and were forced to carry identity cards that listed their religion as “XXX”. In Georgia and Armenia, they fell foul of nationalist movements after the fall of the Soviets. The Yazidis speak Kurdish – they claim theirs is the ancient Kurdish religion – but they have a troubled history with their Kurdish neighbours too. Their traditions make them highly visible as a separate community. The Yazidis do not practise arranged marriage, like other communities in the region. They have a formal system of elopement, where a man must “kidnap” his bride. If the woman is willing, the parents have to accept the match. There are darker sides to the Yazidis. They have a tradition of killing any of their members who leave the religion, and 2007 it was reported that Du’a Khalil Aswad, a Yazidi woman, was stoned to death for converting to Islam and marrying a Muslim man. The Yazidis say they have survived 72 genocides. Now there are fears the last community of them in the Middle East is facing another.

If I worshiped the angels running me, they would beat me up until I quit doing it. Stoning deserters from their cult don’t sound too terribly godly. Beyond there, religions may have caused as much grief as good, perhaps that’s way too generous with good. I don’t see it’s any of America’s business what people do to each other over there in god’s name, or just because. I suppose it’s easier, though, for Americans to fret and stew about bad stuff going on in distant lands, than deal with bad stuff going on right here in America.

John Donnelly wrote a really cheerful article in this week’s Key West the Newspaper about his futile attempts to get police officers to agree that wayward police officers need to be dealt with like wayward non-police officers are dealt with – www.thebluepaper.com. Same thing down here in KWPD: nothing being done about it by KWPD or City Hall. I swan to think it’s gonna take something godly to change what John wrote about. Ditto for lots of other bad stuff. Humanity seems to be addicted to bad stuff. Fallen angel influence?

A regular Big Pine reader I didn’t know was a regular reader, wrote today: “I appreciate a lot of what you say. Illegitimis non carborundum.

Darn if I knew what that meant, but good old Wikipedia to the rescue:

Illegitimi non carborundum is a mock-Latin aphorism meaning “Don’t let the bastards grind you down”

Mark Ryno seemed determined to grind me down. He has yet to meet the angels who know a bit more about grinding than he does. I bet the same angels are over there grinding in that Yazidis fracas, but they had to send you today to let me know they are over there. They can be, and are, in lots of places at once; speed of light is dead slow to them. Dang might it be a wonderment for religious folks to pass over and see there is only one God, and no religion has it all figured out, nor a lock on any part of God. As if God can be owned.

Ciaosky

In today’s Citizen’s Voice - www.keysnews.com

“The KWPD has been a rouge organization for years. It’s their culture. There is nothing Chief Donie Lee can do to fix it.”

My letter to the editor re Alabama Bar Association having no record of Sloan Bashinsky:

From: keysmyhome@hotmail.com

To: editor@keysnews.com; gfilosa@keysnews.com

Subject: Sloan Bashinsky practiced law in Birmingham, Alabama

Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2014 10:51:31 -0400

Dear KW Citizen:

In Gwen Filosa’s August 5 article on Hometown PAC’s August 4 candidate forum at Tropic Cinema was a report that panelist Bill Becker told me that he had called the Alabama Bar Association and they said they had no record of Sloan Bashinsky having practiced law in Alabama.

I called the Alabama Bar Association the next morning, 334-269-1515, and spoke with Cathy Sue McCurry, who told me the same thing: no record of Sloan Bashinsky. Later same day, it dawned on me that, in early 2000, I had legally changed my name to Sloan Young – I was born Sloan Young Bashinsky, Jr. Maybe I had notified the Alabama Bar Association of the name change? A few years later, I had legally changed my name back to Sloan Young Bashinsky, Jr.

I called the Alabama Bar Association back, spoke again with Cathy Sue McCurry, and she said, yes, they have Sloan Young in their records, and if I send them the name-change documents, they will make the change in their records.

Meanwhile, I received correspondences from a former law partner, a former law client, and a childhood friend, whose mother I once represented, saying I indeed did practice law in Birmingham.

I called the Birmingham Bar Association, 205-251-8006, and Julie Smith confirmed I was a member of that bar association from 1973-1985.

Sloan Bashinsky

I also sent the two gmkw.com posts to Gwen Filosa and Bill Becker, and Gwen responded.

Gwen Filosa

From: gfilosa@keysnews.com

To: keysmyhome@hotmail.com Subject:

RE: fyi –

Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2014 17:23:16 -0400

Thanks, Sloan, for this update. I didn’t know about your name change so I appreciate the info.

g

I replied to Gwen early the next morning:

An irony might be, if someone had checked with the Supervisor of Elections Office to confirm that Sloan Bashinsky ran for mayor of Key West in 2003, the answer might come back no such person ran in 2003. For, it was Sloan Young who filed to run for mayor that year. Perhaps Bill Becker remembers interviewing Sloan Young by phone on his radio show, and perhaps Bill remembers asking me why I was running, and I said God told me to run. Perhaps Bill remembers doing a double take on the air, God told you to run? Yeah, God told me in dreams to run for mayor. I did that interview in Sam Kaufman’s law office, when it was on Southard Street.

It was during that race that I had dreams telling me to return to being Sloan Bashinsky, and I went to the courthouse on Whitehead Street and filed a petition to change my name. It was not an easy thing for me to do, because of what had led up to my becoming Sloan Young. I liked being Sloan Young. He was the toughest, most authentic person I knew. He was fearless. I’m a pussy compared to that man.

Yet even Sloan Young was no match for the angels, who were patient with him, but persistent. They nearly killed him with MRSA, as part of turning him back toward being Sloan Bashinsky. Being homeless had not turned him. MRSA got his attention, and he knew the angels were behind it. So, he succumbed, but he did not go down easily.

He first had his named changed to Sloan Young Bashinsky, III, which was his son’s name. His son who had died in infancy. That name change was during the 2003 mayor’s race. Bill Becker introduced me at the last candidate forum that year, in Old City Hall, as Sloan Young-Bashinsky.

Early the next year, 2004, I went back to the courthouse on Whitehead Street had my name changed again, to Sloan Young Bashinsky, Jr., My name at birth. Even that, I didn’t want to do, but it was what I was told to do, so I did it.

2004 was an excruciating year for me. I felt whipsawed, for I had been told in early 2000 to become Sloan Young, and I had seen the reason for it, and was in agreement it was the right thing to do. I did it without batting an eye. I did it without regret. I still do not regret doing it. It was the right thing to do.

The back story I have told several times in posts at my websites. I don’t know right now if I’m to tell that story again. I suppose doing a search for Travis at goodmorningkeywest.com and goodmorningfloridakeys.com might bring up posts in which that story is told. A painful human story. A metaphysical story, too. Of how Sloan Bashinsky became Sloan Young.

By the way, I noticed a couple of times in your articles that you had me running for mayor of Key West in 2011. The last time I ran for mayor before this year was 2009. I also ran in 2007. I was Sloan Bashinsky in both of those races, and in the present race.

I suppose Sloan Young is still around, though. Maybe he let that be known during Hometown PAC’s forum this past Monday night. Maybe he was who Bill Becker told the Alabama Bar Association had no record of Sloan Bashinsky. Maybe Sloan Young stepped in and responded to Bill, responded to the rest of the questions that night. Here is Sloan Young’s poetry:

Here is Sloan Young’s poetry:

“Paradise”

All fig leaves burn
All ugly seen
All pain loved
All truth beauty
All people one
All time now
(August 2000)

“Heavy Wait”

I know what it is to love fully,
have my heart broken by death
and by loved ones’ rejections,
Over and over again,
So I can love even more.

I know what it is to be engulfed in pain,
Awash in evil,
Terrified, enraged, despaired,
Believing God has again forsaken me,
Then be given the truth
that again makes me free.

I know what it is to doubt,
Be lost and wandering
time and time again,
Then be rescued yet again
and my faith grows deeper.

I know what it is to blindly trust,
Then be destroyed by betrayal
time and time again,
Until I trust only God.

I know what it is to have much
and be completely of this world,
Then have it all taken away
and be in the world but not of it.

I know what it is to fail in this world,
And fail and fail and fail:
The world’s greatest failure,
I can serve only God.

I know what it is to give
and give and give and give;
I cannot stop giving
because giving is receiving.

I know what it is to explain God
time after time after time again.
Something demands I keep explaining:
Maybe someone will listen,
Maybe me.
(April 2001)

“I AM A MAN”

I am a man.

I said,
I am a man!

What means it,
being a man?

A man is a warrior:
he lives by a code of honor,
his word is reliable,
his actions confirm his words,
his commitment is holiness,
his enemies are welcome at his hearth,
he fears but moves forward,
he cries and gets up again,
he hates but forgives,
he loves and let’s go,
he doubts but trusts God,
he’s a good friend,
he seeks resolutions,
he demands nothing,
he risks everything,
he regrets his mistakes,
he seeks to make amends,
he puts others’ welfare first,
he accepts apologies truly made,
he expects nothing back,
he lives ready to die,
he laughs when he “should” scream,
he screams when he “should” laugh,
he sings just because,
he shrugs off insults,
he learns from misfortune,
he cusses God for making him,
he wishes he was done,
he loves children and animals,
he relishes a woman’s scent,
he smiles when he’s content,
he knows God’s his master,
he walks in rainbows,
his garden is the world,
his way is nature,
he loves fishing,
his wife is his soul,
his food is life,
his pay is whatever he receives.

Yep, he’s crazy.
(June 2003)

Ciao,

Sloan

P.S . to Gwen that afternoon

What even less fun dreams after emailing you in the way too early wee hours this morning.

Waaaa!!!

The I am a man poem jumped out of me just before I nearly died of MRSA. I sought refuge at Florida Keys Outreach Coalition. The next day, as I recall, I had emergency surgery in the hospital on Stock Island. The three surgical wounds, in very tender places, were severe open non-sterile wounds, which took months to heal. The day following the surgery, the surgeon, Michael Klitenick, M.D., told me I could do anything I wanted to do but go into the ocean. The MRSA kept coming back, and after several rounds of antibiotics didn’t get rid of it, the angels got rid of it in March 2004, when I was living in a tent on the Bridle Path.

Sloan Young also was the fellow HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale had come through in May and June 2001, but by the time it was published by PublishAmerica fall 2006, I was Sloan Bashinsky again. That novel is a spiritual alchemy primer, based on some of my actual experiences. What I experienced was far more complex and considerably rougher and more dangerous. Now amazon.com has the novel in trade paperback and kindle, and in Spanish.

Heavy Wait

Today, I dropped by the Supervisor of Elections Office on Whitehead Street. They copied the 2003 Key West Mayor’s ballot for me. Five candidates: Bill “Capt” ESTES, John MERTZ, Katha SHEEHAN, Jimmy WEEKLEY, Sloan YOUNG. Jimmy was the incumbent mayor. He won without a run-off, because I campaigned for him throughout the race. I did that, because the night after I filed to run, I was told in my sleep, “If you know what’s good for you, you will do all you can to get Jimmy Weekley reelected.” Father Stephen Braddock and Bill Verge had asked me to run for mayor and had each given me one-half of the filing fee. The race was over after the first candidate forum hosted by the Business Guild. By drawing straws, I got to go first. The rest is history.

It turned out Jimmy was not a rabid hate homeless people man. He still isn’t. That’s why I, who was homeless, was supposed to do all I could to get him reelected, if I knew what was good for me.

When I got to the Supervisor of Election’s Office about 12: 45 p.m. today, all but two of the staff were at lunch. I know them pretty well after running for office 8 times down here. When I asked, they said, yes, they were interested in hearing a short version of why I changed my name to Sloan Young.

In August 1998, I and my two best men friends learned independently through metaphysical means that I had an older half-brother named Travis. He was the son of my father and the daughter of the live-in black servants in the home of my father’s parents. Not long after learning of Travis, I went to see my father’s older brother and asked him if I had a brother I didn’t know about? He snapped his head around and looked me dead in the eye, said, “I don’t want to have anything to do with that.” That was the human confirmation of what I and my two good friends already knew. I sat on the Travis information for about a year, then was strongly moved to write to my father about Travis, which I did. That’s how we communicated back then. His reply was quite unfavorable. About ten days passed. I was overwhelmed with a sense I needed to change my name to Sloan Young, which I did. My father now had two sons he had discarded.

One of the women in the Supervisor of Elections Office, who is white, said, “You stood up for your brother. Did you ever meet him?” I said no. The other woman, who is black, nodded her head.

From the Supervisor of Elections Office, I walked up to the third floor to the Records Office of the Monroe County Clerk’s Office. The woman at the front desk searched on her computer, quickly found, and printed out two Judgement of Name Change Orders signed by Judge Sandra Taylor. The first-in-time order, dated September 4, 2003, changed Sloan Young’s name to Sloan Young Bashinsky, III. The second-in-time order, dated February 5, 2004, changed Sloan Young Bashinsky, III’s name to Sloan Young Bashinsky, Jr., which is the name on my Social Security Card, my Florida Driver’s license, my U.S. Passport, and my Alabama Birth Certificate. All of which documents I have in my possession.

That might sound like a lot of strange experiences, but it’s only a sample of a much greater body of strange experiences – strange by mainstream standards, not by what I came to know.

Gwen, I hope the Citizen will quickly publish my letter to the editor, since you told your readers that Bill Becker had told me and the Hometown PAC audience that the Alabama Bar Association had no record of Sloan Bashinsky. Todd German, who sits on the Citizen Editorial Board, told me yesterday that he agrees, my letter needs to be published quickly. If the Citizen doesn’t publish the letter in the next day or so, it’s going to look to me like it’s on purpose, to help the other two candidates.

Sloan

As of its edition today, the Citizen has not published my letter to the editor.

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About Sloan

Darn, that would take a while. Try the autobiographical pages in the header. Ditto for header menu pages at www.goodmorningbirmingham.com. Hatched and raised there, eventually I ran away from home. Here's a short list: Born 1942; male; single; accused of all sorts of imaginable and unimaginable things, perhaps some true. Live on Key West of Weird asteroid. Publish something most days on this website, been at that since July 2007. That's heaps of catch-up reading, probably not recommended.
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