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  • George Soros - the Un-American

    • Multi-billionaire funder of leftwing causes and groups
    • Founder of the Open Society Institute
    • Stated that defeating President Bush in the 2004 election "is the central focus of my life"
    Who is George Soros - besides a man who took a simple american statement from Bush - either you are with us or you are against us. . . and arranged it so Soros said made Bush a Nazi.  Rediculous and out of hand - here is the tragic yet rich bio of Soros and his deeds and misdeeds.

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    George Soros is a Hungarian immigrant who came to the U.S. in 1956, at age 26, and made his fortune as an international financier. His father, who was born into an Orthodox Jewish family, changed the family name from Schwartz to Soros in 1936 - a move that enabled the Soros family to conceal its Jewish identity and thus survive the Nazi Holocaust. In 1947 the family emigrated from Hungary to England, where an event occurred that greatly influenced the development of George's personality and worldview. He broke his leg and was cared for by England's National Health Service, free of charge, while the Jewish relief agencies of that era did not offer him the help he believed they owed him. In that convergence of events was born Soros' favorable opinion of Democratic Socialism, and his negative view of many Jewish groups.

    In 1956 Soros started life in America with very little money but a well-developed knowledge of investing, thanks to his education at the London School of Economics and his experience working for a London stockbroker. He transformed his meager seed money into a huge fortune by becoming one of the world's leading hedge fund investors and currency traders. In 1969 he started his enormously successful Quantum Fund, which, over the ensuing three decades, yielded its long-term investors a four thousand-fold increase on their initial 1969 investments. During his career, Soros has orchestrated some extremely risky, ethically questionable deals. For instance, in a $10 billion 1992 deal whose success was contingent upon the devaluation of the British Pound, he earned himself a $1 billion profit and the title, "the man who broke the Bank of England." Over the years, he has amassed a personal fortune of some $7 billion.

    In 1979 Soros founded the Open Society Fund, and since then has created a large network of foundations that give away hundreds of millions of dollars each year, much of it to individuals and organizations that share and promote his leftist philosophy. He believes that in order to prevent right-wing fascism from overrunning the world, a strong leftist counterbalance is essential. Asserting that America needed "a regime change" to oust President Bush, Soros maintained that he would gladly have traded his entire fortune in exchange for a Bush defeat in the 2004 election. In a November 2003 interview with the Washington Post's Laura Blumenfeld, he stated that defeating President Bush in 2004 "is the central focus of my life". . . "a matter of life and death." "America under Bush," he said, "is a danger to the world, and I'm willing to put my money where my mouth is." Claiming that "the Republican party has been captured by a bunch of extremists," Soros accuses the Bush administration of following a "supremacist ideology" in whose rhetoric he claims to hear echoes from his childhood in occupied Hungary. "When I hear Bush say, 'You're either with us or against us,' " he explains, "it reminds me of the Germans. It conjures up memories of Nazi slogans on the walls, Der Feind Hort mit (The enemy is listening). My experiences under Nazi and Soviet rule have sensitized me."

    Soros pledged to raise $75 million to defeat President Bush in the 2004 Presidential election, and personally donated nearly a third of that amount to anti-Bush groups (see The Shadow Party). He gave $5 million to MoveOn.org, the group that produced political ads likening Bush to Adolf Hitler. He also contributed $10 million to a Democratic Party 2004 get-out-the-vote initiative called America Coming Together, whose directors include representatives from the AFL-CIO, the Sierra Club, the Service Employees International Union, and EMILY's List. He further pledged $3 million to the Center for American Progress (CAP), a think-tank headed by former Clinton chief-of-staff John Podesta.

    PBS broadcaster and Schumann Center for Media and Democracy President Bill Moyers is a trustee of the Open Society Institute's Board of Directors. The network of Soros foundations - the most prominent of which is the Open Society Institute - supports a wide array of leftist groups and causes.

    In August 2006 Soros wrote a Wall Street Journal piece titled "A Self-Defeating War." The article's premise is that "the war on terror is a false metaphor that has led to counterproductive and self-defeating policies." "Five years after 9/11," Soros elaborates, "a misleading figure of speech applied literally has unleashed a real war fought on several fronts -- Iraq, Gaza, Lebanon, Afghanistan, Somalia -- a war that has killed thousands of innocent civilians and enraged millions around the world. Yet al Qaeda has not been subdued."

    According to Soros, "[T]errorism is an abstraction. It lumps together all political movements that use terrorist tactics. Al Qaeda, Hamas, Hezbollah, the Sunni insurrection and the Mahdi army in Iraq are very different forces, but President Bush's global war on terror prevents us from differentiating between them and dealing with them accordingly. It inhibits much-needed negotiations with Iran and Syria because they are states that support terrorist groups." "The war on terror," adds Soros, "emphasizes military action while most territorial conflicts require political solutions. ... [It] drives a wedge between 'us' and 'them.' We are innocent victims. They are perpetrators. But we fail to notice that we also become perpetrators in the process; the rest of the world, however, does notice. That is how such a wide gap has arisen between America and much of the world. Taken together, these ... factors ensure that the war on terror cannot be won. An endless war waged against an unseen enemy is doing great damage to our power and prestige abroad and to our open society at home."

    In December of 2006, Soros met with Democratic presidential hopeful Senator Barack Obama in his New York office. Soros had previously hosted a fund-raiser for Obama during the latter's 2004 campaign for the Senate. On January 16, 2007, Obama announced the creation of a presidential exploratory committee, and within hours Soros sent the senator a contribution of $2,100, the maximum amount allowable under campaign finance laws. Later that week the New York Daily News reported that Soros would back Obama over Senator Hillary Clinton, whom he had also supported in the past. Soros's announcement was seen as a repudiation of Clinton's presidential aspirations, though Soros said he would support the New York senator were she to win the Democratic nomination.

    In early January 2007, Soros was interviewed by Wolf Blitzer of CNN. Blitzer began the interview by asking Soros about the following quote that appears in Soros's newly published book, The Age of Fallibility: "The Bush administration and the Nazi and communist regimes all engaged in the politics of fear. Indeed, the Bush administration has been able to improve on the techniques used by the Nazi and Communist propaganda machines by drawing on the innovations of the advertising and marketing industries." When Blitzer asked him to defend that assertion, Soros replied:

    "You actually picked out the most incendiary part of the book, and I am very careful to draw a clear distinction between the Nazi regime and our open society, because we are a democracy.  But there are some similarities in the propaganda methods, which I pointed out. ... I think there are some serious arguments about our open society being endangered by the policies followed by the Bush administration.  The war on terror, which does not have an end, changes, it leads to an undue extension of executive powers.  It has stifled debate. Criticizing the president is considered unpatriotic, and as a result, we have been following policies which endanger our traditional [unintelligible]."

    "A lot of people will agree with you on that," said Blitzer. "But where they will starkly disagree is to then bring in the whole Nazi and Communist comparison." Soros replied: "Actually, it's a valid point, and maybe I did go over the line, but I think that on the whole my assessment is a balanced one.  And frankly, when President Bush said, 'you are either with us or you are with the terrorists,' that's when I was reminded.  But I should have probably kept it to myself."

    While criticizing the Iraq War for the benefit of reporters at the January 2007 World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland, Soros unburdened himself of the view that Nazis were now running the United States government. "America needs to follow the policies it has introduced in Germany," Soros explained. "We have to go through a certain de-Nazification process." Lest there be doubts that Soros was actually likening his adoptive country to the Third Reich and the Bush administration to the Nazi nomenklatura, a Soros spokesman, Michael Vachon, moved quickly to dispel them. "There is nothing unpatriotic about demanding accountability from the president," he said of Soros's appeal for de-Nazification. "Those responsible for taking America into this needless war should do us all a favor and retire from public office."

    In the April 12, 2007 issue of the New York Review of Books, Soros penned an article titled "On Israel, America and AIPAC," wherein he derided the Bush administration for "committing a major policy blunder in the Middle East" by "supporting the Israeli government in its refusal to recognize a Palestinian unity government that includes Hamas, which the U.S. State Department considers a terrorist organization." In Soros' calculus, "This precludes any progress toward a peace settlement at a time when progress on the Palestinian problem could help avert a conflagration in the greater Middle East." "Israel," said Soros, "with the strong backing of the United States, refused to recognize the democratically elected Hamas government and withheld payment of the millions in taxes collected by the Israelis on its behalf. This caused great economic hardship and undermined the ability of the government to function. But it did not reduce popular support for Hamas among Palestinians, and it reinforced the position of Islamic and other extremists who oppose negotiations with Israel. … [Hamas] was not willing to go so far as to recognize the existence of Israel but it was prepared to enter into a government of national unity which would have abided by the existing agreements with Israel. … But both Israel and the United States seem to be frozen in their unwillingness to negotiate with a Palestinian Authority that includes Hamas. The sticking point is Hamas's unwillingness to recognize the existence of Israel; but that [recognition] could be made a condition for an eventual settlement rather than a precondition for negotiations. … The current policy of not seeking a political solution but pursuing military escalation—not just an eye for an eye but roughly speaking ten Palestinian lives for every Israeli one—has reached a particularly dangerous point."

    Soros and his foundations have had a hand in funding a host of leftist organizations, including the Tides Foundation; the Tides Center; the National Organization for Women; Feminist Majority; the American Civil Liberties Union; People for the American Way; Alliance for JusticeNARAL Pro-Choice America; America Coming Together; the Center for American Progress; Campaign for America's Future; Amnesty International; the Sentencing Project; the Center for Community Change; the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People Legal Defense and Educational Fund; Human Rights Watch; the Prison Moratorium Project; the Malcolm X Grassroots Movement; the National Lawyers Guild; the Center for Constitutional Rights; the Coalition for an International Criminal Court; The American Prospect; MoveOn.org; Planned Parenthood; the Nation Institute; the Brennan Center for Justice; the Ms. Foundation for Women;  the National Security Archive Fund; the Pacifica Foundation; Physicians for Human Rights; the Proteus Fund; the Public Citizen Foundation; the Urban Institute; the American Friends Service Committee; Catholics for a Free Choice; Human Rights First; the Independent Media InstituteMADRE; the Mexican American Legal Defense and Education Fund; the Immigrant Legal Resource Center; the National Immigration Law Center; the National Immigration Forum; the National Council of La Raza; the American Immigration Law Foundation; the Lynne Stewart Defense Committee; and the Peace and Security Funders Group.
  • Screenplay - Act I - Corky and the Cooters

    Current mood:breezy

    Corky and the Cooters   Screenplay<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />....

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    Harry Day....

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    Corky and the Cooters....

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    Act One....

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                Scene One – Early Morning with the Cooters....

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                It is just before sunrise and the countryside is all colors of tan, brown and gray.  We see a nice but modest white farmhouse, a barn and a garden.  Ben Cooter crawls down a row, picking ripe vegetables.  We hear a screen door creak and we see Ben’s eyes widen.....

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                Farmer....

                Hey there!....

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    Ben rises up fast and starts to run.  We hear the fiddles and Bob Will’s Big Balls in Cow Town play as the farmer raises his double barrel shotgun and blasts at Ben’s backside.  We see vegetables fly into the air.....

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    Ben....

    Yow!....

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    We see the tattered seat of Ben’s pants made so by the bird shot.  We listen to Bob Wills as Ben runs thru a farm field and into the woods.  We here more gun blasts.  He stumbles and continues to run, dropping the last of his stolen vegetables.  He looks back and stumbles again, falling into a shallow creek.  As the song goes on, we hear dogs barking and see Ben running in carious shots thru the woods.  He slow down and catches his breath.  He looks around him and sees some green growth poking up from the leaves.  He bends down and studies them.....

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    Ben....

    Onions?....

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    He pulls a handful of wild onions and walks along side the creek that gradually turns into a deep gully.  After some walking we see up ahead an old backwoods place in the middle of nowhere in the Mississippi Delta.  Part of the place is half rough hewn shanty built out over the deep gully.  The other half of the place is a mini house trailer.  They are crudely joined with nailed boards and duct tape.....

    The place is covered with trees.  The sky is light enough to see Ben’s silhouette approaching the shanty form the other side of the gully.  He drops down the far side and walks along the bottom of the place. He looks up and sees some movement up thru an oval hole cut in the shanty’s floor.....

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    Ben....

    Uh oh.....

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    We see something drop thru the hole as Ben quickly scrambles up their side of the gully.  We hear laughs inside.....

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    Rube....

    Hehehe!....

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    Ben pushes the door into the place and enters.  We see Rube Cooter tying his pants back up around his waste.....

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    Rube....

    Where’s the eats, Ben?....

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    Ben pulls out a large handful of green onions and lays them on a table.  Rube steps up and looks at the onions and then at Ben.....

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    Rube....

    Onions?....

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    Ben....

    Old Mister Maynard hit me in the ass this time.....

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    Ben turns around and shows Rube his tattered pant’s seat.....

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    Rube....

    Pull them down, let’s take a look.....

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    Ben drops his pants for Rube to see.  His buttocks are peppered with birdshot.....

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    Rube....

    Yep, he got you good this time.....

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    Ben....

    You gonna pop the pellets out, Rube?....

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    Rube....

    Hell no, they’ll grow out in time.  It won’t do you any harm.....

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    Ben....

    Okay, if you say so.....

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    Rube grabs a handful of onion and bites off the white rooty ends.  Ben quickly grabs up the rest and does the same.  They visibly struggle to chew and swallow the onions.  Rube, still chewing, puts on a ragged hunting jacket and grabs the lever action rifle off of the deer hoof gun rack above the front door. He steps outside and underneath their crude porch made of the knocked out shanty wall where the trailer connects and a few wooden poles.....

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    Rube....

    Get the key, Ben....

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    Ben walks over to another table in the corner, picks up the truck key, looks back towards Rube, and then reaches under the table and grabs a clear Mason jar.....

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    Ben....

    Mm, shine.....

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    He looks around slyly, unscrews the lid and takes a slurp.  He replaces the lid and flops the jar in his hunting jacket.  Ben walks outside and follows Rube to there battered pickup.  The deep crease across the truck bed shows its contents and junk.  There are two remnants of pickups with parts and colors matching to their running truck.  Ben gets into the passenger side and hands Rube the keys.  Rube puts the keys in the ignition and turns.  Nothing.  He turns them again.  Nothing.  He turns them a third time and the truck cranks up with a rattle and boom.  Before Rube puts the truck in gear, he sniffs the air.....

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    Rube....

    You’ve started already, have you?....

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    Ben....

    What?  No.....

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    Rube....

    Bullshit, I smell it.....

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    Ben....

    So what, let’s go.  It’s already daylight.....

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    Rube....

    Because of you!....

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    Ben....

    I didn’t make the sun come up. . . hell, I got shot?....

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    Rube....

    Aw, shut up.....

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    Ben looks at Rube and takes a deep breath and looks away, out the window.  Rube puts the truck in gear.  It sounds old.  It looks old.  They drive slowly down the two tire track path with one head light gleaming in front, one red tail light glowing in the rear.....

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    Scene Two – Corky the Clown....

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    We see a common apartment duplex on the edge of a small Delta town.  Inside, we see the rear view of Corky asleep in his recliner.  We listen to Willie Nelson’s Bloody Mary Morning.  We see his clown shoes a few sizes too big, then his clown suit and than his clown wig.  The table next to his chair has an ashtray filled with cigarette butts.  Crushed and dented beer cans are strewn around him.....

    We flashback to the night before and see various scenes of Corky in a plain white t-shirt and boxer shorts, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes, yelling at the television, laughing out loud and spitting spittle and spilling beer.  He looks at his watch and sighs.  We see him sitting before a mirror putting on clown makeup.  He starts with a heavy white base and then adds red to areas and then trims it out in black.  He continues to drink and smoke.  He lets out a horrible cough.....

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    Corky....

    Harruunk!....

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    We watch Corky pull on the clown jumpsuit of green, yellow and red colors.  He pulls on his curly red wig, takes a long swallow of beer and looks in the mirror.  He inhales a full breath and tries to look bulky.  He lets it out in disgust and plops down on his recliner.  He opens a fresh beer, takes a sip and lights a new cigarette.  He looks at his clown shoes and wiggles his feet back and forth.  He laughs to himself and takes a long slug of beer.....

    Corky sees a photograph of his dad on the paneled wall.  His dad is in an Army uniform.  We see a picture of Corky in uniform with his family and relatives, but we see that his apartment is too small for anyone else to live.  We see government check stubs, coupons, more cigarettes and his wallet and keys on a table.  We again see Corky from behind, his clown shoes poking up.  He snores.....

    It is morning.  Corky’s watch alarm is going off but he continues to sleep.  The watch face tells us it is <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />..7 a.m...  We see Corky sleeping, his alarm beeping.  We see the watch face again.  It is a quarter past ..8 a.m...  At ..8:49 a.m... Corky opens his eyes.  The alarm is still beeping.  He looks around the room and then looks at his watch.  He shuts off the alarm.....

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    Corky....

    Dammit!....

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    He rises out of the chair, adjusts his clown suit and red wig, scratches himself, grabs a matching clown bag, looks inside, nods, grabs his cigarettes, keys and wallet and walks out the door.  We watch him get into a beat up sub compact car, crank it and drive away.  We watch Corky thru the windshield.  He snorts real hard and spits out the window.  He bays out a cough.....

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    Corky....

    Harruunk!....

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    He reaches for his cigarettes, pulls one out of the pack with his clown mouth and lights it up.  He exhales and relaxes in his seat.  He does not look relaxed.  He looks perturbed.....

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    Scene Three – Corky’s Car....

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    We see thru Corky’s windshield the straight two lane road.  There are empty farm fields to his left and right.  Before him we see a vast brown leaf forest stretching from as far south as north.  The trees look short and small from far away but as we near, they grow larger.  They tower and loom.  Corky passes a road sign that says Yazoo National Wildlife Refuge.  The rising sun to his rear lights up the face of the forest.  We see the silhouette of Corky the Clown driving his car towards the Refuge, the huge trees towering to either side of the road.  We watch the car enter the Refuge from its tree line.  We hear an animal snort as the car passes a right curve in the road.....

    Shadows dominate the forest floor.  Vine, bramble, cane and privet choke the low deer trail entries into the woods.  Corky’s car begins to run poorly.  The car no longer reacts to the gas pedal and starts so slow.  Corky presses the gas pedal and curses.....

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    Corky....

    Dammit!....

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    The car comes to a stop on the side of the road. The engine still runs.  He turns off the car.  Corky just sits there and then throws a fit, swinging his arms wildly, then gripping the steering wheel and shaking it, and himself, wildly.  From outside the car we hear the muffled curses.....

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    Corky....

    Rabble rabble rabble!....

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    Corky exits the car and looks around.  He pops the hood and looks at the engine.  It looks okay.  He slams down the hood.....

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    Corky....

    God damned transmission!....

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    He kicks the car tire with his clown shoe and coughs.....

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    Corky....

    Harrunng!....

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    He immediately hears a similar sound in the near side of the woods.  ....

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    Beast....

    Haarrunk!....

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    His eyes widen and he crouches down and looks over the car, into the woods.  He hears a rustling.  He looks down the road towards his destination but sees no cars.  He cannot see around the curve of the road from whence he came.  He slowly eases to his open car door and slowly reaches inside and grabs his clown bag.  The noise of the rustling shakes the tops of the nearest cane thicket.....

    Corky crouch walks across the roadway and down the far embankment towards the wood line, ever watching across for the beast.....

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    Beast....

    Harunnk!....

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    Corky....

    Oh shit…....

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    He runs into the forest and briefly down a low deer trail.  He stops and looks back to his car.  ....

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    Corky....

    Shit, what to do, what to do. . .....

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    He looks down the deer trail leading into the forest, looks to the direction the road travels and then looks to the left into the deep forest.....

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    Corky....

    I can cut across the forest, cross the bayou and catch the north/south highway on the far side of the Refuge.  Catch a ride and get there this afternoon.  I never said what time I’d be there. . . “just make sure you be here,”  she said.....

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    Corky hears the animal snort....

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    Beast....

    Hrunk!....

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    The cane thicket parts and out pops a dark pink and brown/black beast.  Corky’s eyes widen.  He hits the ground and slowly rises up to see.  The animal paws the ground and charges Corky’s car.....

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    Corky....

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  • Obama inelegable for president, article

    The following is an article from the July 7, 2008, issue 27 from 'The American Free Press' Newspaper, an article by Assistant editor, Pat Shannon .

    'It now appears that Barack Obama is constitutionally ineligible for the office of president.  John McCain's eligibility was established in 1964, when courts ruled Sen. Barry Goldwater was eligible although he was born in Arizona when it was a territory, not a state.  McCain was born in the Panama Canal Zone when it was a U.S. territory.

    And, even as the controlled media continues to ignore the ineligibility of Obama, it will not go away.  While few doubt that the Democrats will manage to pull off his nomination, all remain poised to view the legal performance.

    The first hurdle will be having Obama produce his birth certificate, which so far he has refused to do, and prove that he was born in Hawaii on August 4, 1961,as he has always claimed. There is speculation that his American mother may have brought him to Honolulu shortly after his birth in Kenya, but no proof of that has been shown.

    According to the law on the books at the time of Obama's birth, the office of president requires that a candidate  be a natural citizen if the child was not born to two U.S. citizen parents.  Since he was not,should it be proven that Obama was not born in Hawaii, as claimed, he is ineligible without further debate.  But assuring that he was born there, he has another problem.

    According to a legal researcher who has contacted the AFP, U.S. law very clearly states:  'If only one parent is a U.S. citizen at the time of one's birth, that parent must have resided in the United States for a minimum of 10 years, five of which must be after the age of 16.'  And therein lies Obama's new problem.

    Barack Obama's father was never a U.S. citizen.

    Interestingly, there isn't much paperwork on the marriage of Obama's parents, and this has a few researchers speculating that it never took place at all.  On page 27 of 'Obama:  From Promise to Power', David Mendell writes:  'Obama later confessed that he never searched for the government documents on the marriage, although Madelyn (Obama's maternal grandmother) insisted they were legally married.'  He also notes that Obama's father apparently was not legally divorced from his first wife back in Kenya at the time, a point of contention that ultimately led to their separation. This also would suggest that there may never have been any legal marriage by Obama's parents at all, but the Constitution does not ban an illegitimate child from the White House, as long as he was born inside the U.S.

    Obama's mother was born in Kansas and was only 18 when Obama was born. This means even though she satisfied the citizen requirement for 10

    years, she was not a citizen for at least five years prior to Obama's birth.  In essence, the mother alone is not old enough to qualify her son for automatic U.S. citizenship. At most, two years elapsed from his mother turning 16 to the time of Barack Obama's birth when she was 18. His mother would have needed to have been 16 + 5 = 21 years old at the time of Barack Obama's birth for him to be a natural-born citizen. Barack Obama was already three years old at the time his mother turned 21.

    Technically, Obama should have been naturalized as a citizen, but that, of course, would disqualify him from holding the office of president. If the allegations are accurate, America could install in January of 2009 a new president who is not even a U.S. citizen, neither born nor naturalized.

    It should be demanded that Obama produce his 1961 Hawaiian birth certificate.

    If he cannot satisfactorily do so, he should be deemed immediately ineligible to hold the office of president.'

    Please pass this on to everyone you know.

    For our Freedom and Liberties,

  • movie script

    here is the bones of the screenplay i am currently writing

     

    i am going to write the clown and two bozo brothers screenplay now, ive told you teh story of the party clown who is driving to a gig and his car breaks down, so he takes off walking where he thinks he is supposed to be, but off thru the woods, a giant national forest wildlife refuge where the bozo brothers do their hunting, and the bozos are trying to make their own hunting show with a digital camara they find, or something like that, and they drink bad moonshine or eat wild poisonous mushrooms that make them terribly delirious and bizarre, and they live in this ramshackle half-trailer, half covered porch where the shitter is a hole in the boarding so as to poop and piss into a gulley along with whatever other waste they rid, tho they are master recylcers, thus the patched together house and stolen electricity (one was severely electrocuted during said process) thus his quirks. . . the clown has a strange cough that sounds similar so a wild animal in teh woods, and is in full clown regalia when he goes walking, with his accoutremont, thrh teh woods towards where he thinks is the next town over, beyond the refuge, to what ultimately, once he makes it alive to the gig, turns out to be his ex-wife and children's birthday party, he is days late and dirty, cosume soiled ripped and torn, but he makes it work and his kids are glad to see him and his ex-wife, as usual, smirks and smiles and shakes her head. . . and whatever happens in between involves the bozo brothers hunting in their blind, they hear the cough, and wonder what it is. . they only catch a glimpse across a bayou (Delta Mississippi)of the sound and movement of the clown, think the cough is a mating call, and try to figure out what it is. . . . later see various pattern or color from a distance. . . and the next day see the clown at a distance, but overnight had ingested some bad moonshine and/or mushrooms and once they see the clown, they wish to stalk/kill the clown. . . attract the clown with funny calls or clown camo. . . mimick the clown to attract it. . . go through the climax of trying to kill the clown and fail. . . to the clown reaching (maybe on time that forst day, or later) the party, the gig, the responsibility even tho he probably has emphasema of lung cancer (in the beginning of the movie or early on he is at the doctor, clown or as regular guy where actually he is seen as normal guy without makeup etc. finding out he has cancer ending the movie with a wow bummer after a lengthy hilarity!

    so thats it, we find a backer, we shoot it in the MS delta, i havethe location and clown actor, you and someone would be great bozo brothers, we need a Name actor to play off you (will farrell) and boom.
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