Robert Wohlfahrt Wants To Be A "Doctor" Again

It looks like the sycophants of Wissemourg, France's lonely homeopathic scumbag, Robert Wohlfahrt, are trying to get his quack practice started up again. That's odd, because nobody contacted us, though they did when they shut him down.

We're still interested in knowing why he and Karine Anne Brunck aren't in prison yet. That should eventually be the result of killing three people, shouldn't it? We know France is embarrassingly slow, but this is ridiculous.

If anyone in Alsace knows what's going on, please hit us up.

All Around The World: The Same (Wrong) Song

"At recent rallies, town hall meetings and 'tea parties,' a few protesters have shown up with signs comparing Obama to Hitler (i.e. depicting him with a Hitler mustache), or displaying swastikas in the context of implying that Obama and/or his administration are Nazi-like.

One would think that this would not be particularly newsworthy, but Democrats, the White House and their supporters are expressing outrage at this 'horrifying' and 'menacing' turn of events. (Or faux-outrage, at least.) Pundits, bloggers, media outlets and even top politicians like Nancy Pelosi are claiming that such signs are unprecedented, racist, and even that anyone who brings a swastika to a protest must be self-identifying as a Nazi (instead of accusing their opponents of being Nazis). When anyone tries to point out that the Left continuously compared Bush to Hitler and brought swastikas to rallies for six straight years during the Bush era, Obama supporters mock such claims, demand proof, and then try to ignore any individual examples proffered.

Since I had a front-row seat between 2003 and 2008 at anti-Bush protests in the San Francisco Bay Area, where I saw literally THOUSANDS of Bush/Hitler comparisons and swastikas, I thought perhaps it would be useful to compile here in one place a small sampling of them — to prove beyond any doubt that Hitler and swastikas were referenced incessantly at basically every single protest during the Bush administration. Anyone who claims otherwise is lying, as is anyone who claims that people who bring swastikas to rallies are necessarily self-identifying as Nazis.

I’m not saying I 'approve' of the new variant of this trend (comparing Obama to Hitler), nor that it is any more clever or insightful than comparing Bush to Hitler; I only post these images here to highlight the hypocrisy of anyone now expressing outrage that Obama could uniquely suffer such an indignity."

-- Zombie, catching 'em with their pants down - which ain't hard with this crowd - because it's always Zombietime.

Read the whole thing. Oh, and (as this blog has attempted to point out) the people bringing Obama/Hitler posters are in the crazy political cult of Lyndon LaRouche.

I guess I should add that I saw my first Bush/Hitler poster in Wissembourg, France, carried happily by the child of my friend, Patrick Kastner, and - despite the fact I showed a bit of outrage (more like faux-outrage, in order to be civil) none of the adults around this child considered how wrong it was to insult their American guest in this manner. Not that they'd care - as long as they thought it was funny (or believed it was true) nothing else - like, for instance, good manners - mattered. (And - if anyone thinks this blog displays bad manners now - well, having lived in France, I learned from the masters,...)

I also remember a conversation at Patrick's house, where the subject turned to the war (as it inevitably did at french gatherings) and the Bush-bashing started. Someone asked me what I thought about the president and I said I liked him and why. They all looked at my (now-ex) french wife, Karine Ann Brunck, and asked if she agreed, and she said, "I do when he says it." They all mumbled their disagreement, questioning her choice in mates.

Later, after she had started sleeping with Wissembourg's murderous homeopathic quack, Robert Wohlfahrt, I read some of their e-mails to one another and found that he'd rail against Bush to her - with no disagreement - revealing that I had been, literally, "sleeping with the enemy" for 20 years. I cried for months over that, alone.

Now that Obama is fighting "Bush's Wars" - and the left appears to have lost interest - the hypocrisy is maddening.
Hat Tip: Robert Wohlfahrt

Aptitude Test

I crashed out in the evening, yesterday, after another pretty good day. I've been having a string of good ones lately, making money and making plans, so I guess I'm almost single in my head again:

Things are starting to work out.

I woke up about 10 PM, a bit confused about where I was, which is typical for a foster kid: except when I was married, my life has been just one long series of places, none of them "home" as others understand the word, so awakening requires a constant reorientation with time and space.

I reach for my wife. Oh. Yea. Right.

Fuck.

She's one of them now.

I get out of bed and check Drudge and Instapundit. Nothing there worth noting.

Michael Jackson's still dead. Weird. He even died weird.

I surf around a bit, do a few posts, and then realize, as much as I want to, I can't go back to sleep. I couldn't care less what's on television.

What to do, what to do?

I purposefully left my cigarettes in the truck so I don't smoke in the house. I slip on a pair of pants and head outside, grab the pack and sit on the tailgate, blowing smoke up at the sky.

This is going to be a long night.

A guy rides by on a bicycle and it reminds me of the millions of late night forays I used to make around San Francisco. I liked The City then, before it revealed it's NewAge underbelly to me. And one night in Wissembourg, France, the ex and I went for a long 4AM walk around her village, with her pointing out significant places from her youth. It was fun and romantic because it was night, and we were together and, though we were there, we were two "moderns" who had left such an ancient world behind us. Or so I thought.

I can't block out the thought that she's doing other things with someone else now - like killing people - and I wince. Why aren't they in prison after that jerk lost his medical license? I figure I know why and, deciding not to torture myself, go back inside.

I'm new around here so I look online for a 24 hour diner. There's a Middle Eastern place that sounds interesting, so I finish getting dressed and head out with my iPod and a stack of unread newspapers in my hand.

As soon as I plug the iPod into the truck's radio, Billie Holiday singing "All Or Nothing At All" comes on. Yep, that's why I've got this thing, I think:

To hear about the real thing and not that "Put Your Love In Me" bullshit the radio passes off to others.

I barely even look at women anymore. What's the point? In a NewAge culture of being "non-judgemental", people are basically being encouraged to do the wrong thing - and, after being discarded from a 20 year marriage, I'm never putting myself in a position to go through this kind of pain again. "All Or Nothing At All"? I'll settle for nothing, thanks.

As I turn onto the freeway to head Downtown, I feel the rush of the open road take over. The freeway's empty, so I roll down the window and hang my head out, letting the wind refresh my senses. I step on the gas, hard. A live recording of my own band, Little White Radio, comes on, playing my song "I Am The Sky" and I decide things aren't that bad: I've got a nice place now, two cool roommates, and cheap rent. My bills are almost all paid off and, so, I'll be back to playing music again soon. It's what I do and I'm good at it: The roar of the crowd on the recording assures me of that.

When I get Downtown, I look for the Middle Eastern joint but it's not there. Probably closed down. I see a 24 hour Mexican spot and pull in to the parking lot where four white bikers in leathers are talking. They eye me suspiciously, more because I'm parking near their rides than thinking I'm a danger. I give 'em a nod as I get out and they nod back, returning to their conversation.

As I approach the front door of the restaurant, I can see it's filled with Samoans, all dressed and acting ghetto. I don't need this shit, I think, but I go to enter anyway, because I do need food.

Shit, the front door's locked with a big chain on the inside. The place is open but only the Drive-Through is for customers - the Polynesian giants are just friends of the employees, hanging out. Fuck.

I head back to my truck but, seeing the bikers, I ask 'em if there's someplace I can get a decent meal, inside, at this hour. They look at my armful of newspapers and speak as one: "There's a place on 5th.".

Oh well, what the hell. I guess I'll go there.

When I arrive at the dive, there's a drunk guy who immediately tells me he's bored, been drinking red wine, and "looking for a girl who needs a place to stay". Whatever, dude.

I go into the greasy spoon and the waitress is nice and streetwise, bringing my coffee without me asking. I order the "Hearty Breakfast" and open the first newspaper to a story about Sarah Palin quitting as Governor of Alaska. Nobody understands it, and she's indignant. Mitt Romney's moving up in the minds of the GOP. At this point, I think, I'll take Mitt over the others:

He's a Mormon and motivated to do more than struggle to keep his pants up, that's for sure.

Nowadays, that seems like a rarity, whether we're talking about politicians or not.

The rest of the news is boring, or stupidly reported, reflecting the cookie-cutter mentality of the masses - every paper rehashing the same shit - so I finish my meal, leave a too-big tip and head out, pausing in the parking lot for another smoke. Starting up the truck, Chuck Prophet's song about his love for a crazy woman, "Storm Across The Sea", comes on and reminds me of my ex again. There's no escaping music, man:

How did I pick so wrong?

As I hit the freeway to head home, I decide there was nothing I could've done. From the day my father and mother did the deed, unmarried and irresponsible, I was destined to deal with this long line of people who refused to think about me as anything but a burden to their ever-changing wants.

My moms is now a hardcore Christian. I met her when I turned 40 and, later, had to break it off because she refused to stop sending me religious tracts. I don't know what she thinks God's doing for her but, Lordy, he's sure working a mindfuck on me.

I roll down the window and hang my head out again. Glancing at the clock in the dash, I see it's 4AM. I'll get home and get some writing done before work. Today's going to be a better day, I tell myself. It's got to be:

I can (almost) imagine I'm the one in the driver's seat again.

Gulp: This Is Really A Lonely Road Now,...

Hey Y'all (and thanks, Ann: wow - between you and Glenn (who I also criticize mercilessly: bravo!) the number of visitors are overwhelming - such fucking power you two hold:)

Folks, I quoted Lisa Schiffren talking about the tourist experience of Paris (which almost all of you are referring to as well) while I was talking about eating in "France" - the country - so MadisonMan's "Paris! = France" shit don't wash: I lived all over the damn place, off and on, over the course of 20 years - especially Alsace, where my killer ex-wife is from. Your various Paris experiences are as real to the state of the country as The Drill Sgt's "NYC = USA" analogy. "Get a guidebook", Fred4Prez? Please: go somewhere other than the biggest and most popular city over there - and actually stay for awhile - and, like me, you'll run screaming from that racist, socialist, insane asylum.

And, finally, a confession:

After all my bitching about being ignored, Ann, you got me:

For the very first time, I don't know what I'm going to say on my own blog.

I guess I'll do another post on France, but it's definitely going to have a NewAge/cult angle - this is one opportunity that's too good to pass up.

P.S.

Contrary to popular belief (or my online image) I do have (a few) "good days" and this is one of them: I made over $1, 400.00 at work today and now with this kind of exposure - it's amazing. If I can keep this up - and get a few donations through TMR - I'll be out of debt soon (my killer ex and her quack doctor ran away to France with all of my money - out of reach of the American courts - but not exactly the french ones) and I'll be able to get back to what I think my true calling is, for the time I have left:

Becoming American Conservatism's first black musical troubadour.

That, in my opinion, will be a true civil rights milestone in the making - and one I think you should all support. Don't forget:

Martin Luther King was a Republican,...

Tonic Magazine Digs Further Into France's Cult Underbelly (After TMR Got There First)

Translation: "The Cults Of Alsace". Just as we said - they're there. And cultism is against the law in France.

None of this can be making the (now-ex) "Dr." Robert Wohlfahrt and (our now-ex) Karine Anne Brunck very happy. Those two self-proclaimed "students of the occult" have to keep their image nice and tidy in their tiny village of Wissembourg (what's happened to them, BTW? Have they left? Shouldn't they be in prison? Killing three people should be a serious offense, even in France, shouldn't it? And where is that picture we were promised?) Considering Karine has absolutely no medical training, her role in the deaths, alone, should be cause for a trial - and/or, at least, a civil suit.

There are multiple crimes here - and extreme cultism - just as we've said from the very first post of this blog. Unlike most people, though, we weren't given a choice to ignore it or shrug it off. Nope - like marriage itself, our ugly introduction to cultishness demands we stick it out to the very end. That's what Karine always said she wanted.

Henry Brunck would be so proud.

Naw, Dude: There's One Born Every Second!!!

"It never ceases to amaze me that people fall for this stuff. Here we have flamboyantly sociopathic cross-dressing scammer who's on the lam having his minions sell this expensive piece of junk in Canada. For some reason, Health Canada licensed it for 'reduction of stress.' Why, I don't know, but it was the foot in the door for Nelson to market his device as a cure for cancer, autism, heart disease--pretty much anything you want. Truly, it is the woo for all seasons, and there's one born every minute."

-- Orac (who ought to see the delusional mail we receive from Wissembourg, France, in support of "Dr." Robert Wohlfahrt) discussing "Professor" Bill Nelson, above, who richly deserves such Respectful Insolence.

No Matter How Dire - He's Stuck On Stupid!!!

"Guru, cult, whatever,..."

-- Jean-Charles Brickmann, acting as a self-involved shruggie because - let's face it: he's O.K. - while defending the "accused, convicted, broken" (and perverted) quack, "Dr." Robert Wohlfahrt, on the French blog, Pumpernickel.

YES!: TMR Has Beat "Dr." Robert Wohlfahrt!!!!

It appears there is justice in the world after all - and we've landed the big fish:

Ladies and Gentlemen,

TMR has been notified that our favorite French quack, "Dr." Robert Wohlfahrt, has been put out of commission by the Conseil Régional de l'Ordre des Médecins. Of course, being told to stop working has never prevented a quack from doing their dirty work, so TMR expects there will be more deaths to come - but, at least, when that happens, Wohlfahrt will no longer have the professional cover of calling himself a physician. TMR would suggest "Dr." Wohlfahrt's supporters in Wissembourg, France and beyond - who seem to care little for anyone but themselves, including the families of the dead - seriously reconsider when it comes to their medical needs.


TMR has been asked how Karine Anne Brunck must feel, knowing she had been warned and, still, decided to do wrong - all the way up to becoming a murderer. Well, the arrogance of that particular NewAger - who, like all NewAgers, claimed to have eliminated her ego - knows no bounds (as Wohlfahrt's signature on this petition, endorsing euthanasia, proves) so TMR is sure neither she, or "Dr." Wohlfahrt, will take this result to heart; deciding, instead, there has been a grave injustice done - because, of course, NewAgers can do no wrong - even after they kill. They also know no shame, so there is no expectation of a well-deserved apology coming this way, or to their unfortunate victims in France.


So, does TMR feel like a giant killer? No, it's more like we've merely confronted two pathetic - and really perverse - sick people, and have proven that's what they are. Too much has happened for there to be a victory dance around here: Lives have been lost, a marriage destroyed, plus a $36,000 payout this writer worked 10 months to receive for a project was denied because (once "Dr." Wohlfahrt's actions came to light) he came apart before it could be finished - and, of course, the most promising music career in America was derailed at it's moment of glory. There has been humiliation, many friends lost, and too many sleepless nights. And, now, TMR is even leaving (what was) the beloved San Francisco Bay Area. The fabric of life itself was disrupted by these two callous idiots - who claim to have a profound understanding of how "it's all connected" - but, since they care so little for others, they could never imagine how much damage their actions would cause.

One can only hope being labeled as "murderers" will, finally, have the desired effect of making them consider the consequences of their actions and decide that "thinking" (as opposed to using "intuition" or psychics) is a better way to proceed for now on. But - like all of those who are now discovering Barack Obama is going to continue the policies of George W. Bush - TMR won't be holding out any more hope for change. And, ultimately, destroying hope - which, for the living, is life itself - is probably the worst result of NewAge beliefs.

But, as this blog has stated, that's the Law of Quantum Failure at work.

Take care,

CMC

P.S.

This is just more proof that, when looked at seriously - and confronted on it's own terms - the NewAge movement can be defeated. It's a dirty belief system. And, yea, that it comes to this hurts me too.