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 Last night, instead of relaxing and enjoying her
evening, HeR had Barbie making fresh coffee and enticed to the OMMMachine
because of the sentimental feelings that hit her whenever she sees a
photograph of Washington, D.C. So she wanted to tell the story of
HeR first virgin birth!! The Diktator over the Galactic Interkomm even got
rather irritated when she begged off and went to bed and to sleep…
It happened one day that “Barbie,” one of the twins, saw an
opportune time to have her baby. Following doctor’s orders to widen
the birth canal to end a chronic problem of menstrual cramps, Barbie
thought that the recommended birth of child would be a wonderful
experience. And, of course, there were the side benefits of the
conception. HeR twin sister, “Babsie,“ was not exactly crazy about
giving up the opportunity. Both of them were twenty years old and
thought it would be great fun to get pregnant. So the “filming” of
the D.C. birth of Barbie Doll began with both of them on location!
They had a secret apartment in the Capitol City and some effective
disguises so that when one of them needed a rest the other could step in
and take over. The first would disappear on holiday in the Bahamas
and let the second take over the dress rehearsal of HerStory. Here
we see the GD's producing an R-rated film of Barbie Doll seducing the
Master Sergeant at the base of the great phallic symbol of Washington
D.C., the Washington Monument, with Abraham Lincoln sitting quietly
watching and winking a stoned eye are in a future newsletter. It’s
great fun. Do you want to come along? Get a pillow to sit
on.....over there. There.......are you ready? Tea is on.
You can have a spot later on, love. All right, now? Here's how
it all happened.
Blessed, the sky showered us with flowers and the horizons
flashed with clustered electrons of probability and possibilities because
they always dared to follow their heart and do what others more timid
insisted would lead them to their ruin! No way! They did lose
their reputations early! They wore lipstick, smoked cigarettes, went
behind the bushes with attractive boys, and did not study at school nor
bother much with any rules. They were known very early as bad, bold,
and brazen baabaa black sheep. They grew fast and were full height
(5’8”) by the time they were sixteen—and leaving school, their potential
as university, blue-stockinged teaching prospects unfulfilled to the echo
of “You wasted a scholarship!” They moved on to Stildon’s Baby
Home in East Grinstead, Sussex to take up their double secret role
as student nursery nurses. Four quid a month and residence in a
series of quaint old English houses from Sussex to Worcestershire to
Cardiff back to Worcestershire and then on the Birmingham for the final
exam so that with the NNEB and an extra diploma in Infant Care in
1956, six months in Mirfield, Yorkshire gave them the chance to
hitchhike the moors and the Malvin Hills and the North Wales Coast to
bathe like naked snowgeese in the white freezing waters.
The film, which starts in 1957, is not only romantic, but it is
also the fascinating story of how one English girl survives being thrown
out of her first residential nanny job and then the second nanny job and
how she discovers, just a week after moving into her $10 a week room in
view of Dupont Circle Park, that she is pregnant! And she doesn’t
know from whom!!
It was actually a blessing in disguise when twin sister, Babsie,
got pregnant and could not make the location on time. Had both been
on board the HMS Queen Mary, both taking care of the diplomat and his
American wife’s daughters, they might have been caught. As it was,
Babsie arrived a few months later and just in time for Barbie to take a
well-earned holiday and fly off home to the Bahamas to rest up for her
next turn…which was to be soon.
The”Film Producers,” The Swiss Family Robinson Adventurers
rented this really cute little house in Georgetown for them and they were
both longing to get out of England and start the fun of being
Marilyn Monroe look-alikes in stereo! They blonded their
hair, wore tight dresses and had such fun doing all the things that
ordinary pretty young American girls do…yoohoo! Falling in love (and
all that) with some nice guys was high on their list of perpetual
priorities. They both loved to dance, flirt, be romantic and have
fun with the opposite sex. People had told them that there was a
lack of men in this Capitol City—a challenge indeed for the “heavenly
twins.”
One bright sunny Indian summer afternoon when Barbie was alone
with her little charge, the 2-year old “Squeaky Rowe” in Rock Creek Park
sitting on a park bench with the child tucked up with a blanket, napping
in her stroller, Babsie showed up. She had been hiding behind a tree
to see if there was only Barbie and Jackie, who could not yet talk
properly. Her Marmie had put them out in their customary place for
an after-lunch airing and the twin sister found them. Babsie waited
until Jackie, like a snoozy little dormouse, dropped off and then she had
popped out and jarred her sister from the book that she was reading.
Yes, she said that she had watched the “Boss” let them out
of her yellow Lincoln Cabriolet to spend a couple of hours in the park
whilst she went to meet someone…or go shopping or what. Barbie was
not exactly glad to see Babsie, because it might mean some sort of
problems. She had a cute way of taking over her sister’s favourite
swains and actually was not needed at that point in the film. She
had recovered her figure and she was full of her own news about the house
in Georgetown. She gave Barbie the keys, address, and telephone
number. And she offered to take over the job for a day or so to see
how it would go…if Jackie or her elder sister Annette would notice the
change in Nanny. “You bet!” Barbie had hastily protested
because, Babsie had a great way to screw up Barbie’s jobs and she liked
this one.
At the same time… it was also a tempting thought that she could
spend a few days in the luxurious pad in the Bahamas, and even meet
“Darling Dad” who did pop in sometimes, not to mention Celeste. That
was perhaps best…her, who always knew best and who had steered the
terrible twins through many possible crises.
So it happened. Nobody noticed and Babsie took over the
job of being the Nanny in Chevy Chase, Maryland. In the spring, May
it was, just one year after their arrival in the USA, Barbie got an S.O.S.
from Babsie that she had been kicked out of the job because she kept
coming home drunk and had had so many boyfriends of all sorts of
extraordinary nationalities that the respectable Commander Rowe could not
stand it any longer. “What to do?” Barbie had to come back and
take over somehow…Babsie needed a holiday and so her twin returned to
LOCATION out in Maryland as Nanny to the Needles with her old friend
Antoinette who was working across the road with the Kaslows.
It was quite handy that Barbie turned up at a new job with the
story that she had just spend a holiday in the Bahamas. Surely the
Rowes would have noticed the switch of nannies. She had a beautiful
tan and her sister was quite pale and ready to go on holiday. They
forged some references for the gullible Needles who needed someone to look
after their third daughter, a baby called “Serene.” They were
desperate and when Barbie turned up Serene was no longer at the mercy of
her plump and unwilling Marmie who preferred driving off with her two
bigger daughters, Marlene and Cherie, to shop for this and that… And then
it happened that Master Sergeant Ronald William Woods appeared and the
stage was set for the FIRST VIRGIN BIRTH.
When the twin sister disappeared Barbie took over Ron for
her. She said she had met him at a dance in the YMCA some little
time before and she had told her that they were “at the ‘necking’
and ‘making out,’ dating stage and…”
“And?!” Barbie wanted to know more of the details but
Babsie could shut up like a leach and she was eager to get off to the
Bahama beaches and the boyfriend waiting for her there… so…
With a careless, “He might phone you…” and “There’s this other
guy, a student called John…and Jan from Czechoslovakia might expect
you to meet him…” she had gone out the door.
Antoinette could hardly believe her eyes when she saw Barbie
standing in front of her ranch-style house, with her suitcase and
bags. “Way out! Have you been in a sun parlour,
Hon?”
“Yes, actually I have,” she lied. “Looks original,
what?”
“You bet!” admired Ann. She had no idea that this “friend”
was actually two people playing the same role.
However, the stars shone over the Capitol of the New World as
she whirled off in her prettiest dress out of the shared wardrobe.
She and Antoinette took a bus to where Ron and a buddy were going to wait
for them on the evening of their weekday off. Ron had, of course,
telephoned and had not noticed the change in girls!
Possibly, or even perhaps probably, what happened was because
she had just returned from a long holiday full of sunshine and looked
great. Irresistible! Ron soon took her hand and laid it on his
fly! His instant intimacy told her that Babsie had already given him
the go-ahead. She had apparently already become acquainted with the
“monster” as they had called it, crouching ready for the moment,
inside. Luckily, Barbie found Ron very attractive and she drank the
beer from frosted mugs one after the other, sitting close to him in the
booth in a bar under the YMCA listening to the juke box with Peggy Lee
crooning “Yoooooo send me…Honest you do.”
“Your favorite,” Ron told her, giving her a kiss right smack on
her lips, his tongue knowing the way.
Antoinette was
getting off with his buddy whom Ron had brought along for the double
date. Barbie did not hesitate when, warmed from his insistently
knowing hands, he led her out of the bar. She told Antoinette she
would see her at the so and so bus stop for the last bus which was a good
three hours later.
“We’ll go somewhere where we can lie on our backs and look up at
them undisturbed,” Ron said as she stood looking up at the American clean
summer star-filled night.
“Alright,” she said. Director Wim Troof stole
up invisibly behind them to film the SOFT PORNO by
the reflecting pool of the great American phallic
symbol, the Washington Monument. Nearby a stoned Abraham Lincoln
sat watching silently as the first woman American President became a
piece of American Pie, winked a stony eye and cracked a smile.
This time it was Barbie who got herself fired from the job with
the Needles. It was time for her to move into that $10 a week room
at the top of the shabby, run-down brownstone house with a view
of the Dupont Park and get that job as a “server” in the IMF
Cafeteria that was just a 10 minute walk down from the flat. That
job had not lasted long either, but it was the chance to make some
excellent contacts so that more that one person would help her/them in the
seeming crisis which followed when Barbie got pregnant and Ron was,
conveniently “gone” to California.
It seemed that as the spirit of a new person started to grow
inside her, that her life began to develop a more respectable tone, if one
could stretch that word for the twins. Barbie met someone NEW!
Somebody who would be an enormous help in the pregnancy and birth and the
time of survival until she got that new job as working office clerk and a
new flat and even started paying taxes!
MONEY MONEY MONEY is the god of the civilised inhabitants of
Mother Earth…a Plutocracy which began seriously about 2000 years ago when
Jesus, the son of a Jewish Carpenter rebelled against the ridiculous
religious dogmas which abhorred any respectable Jew spending any amount of
time with Mary Magdalene and her crowd, and he really got pissed off with
the money changers in the temple and made a big scene overturning their
tables and kicking their butts out into the street. It seems that it
really put someone on edge because what they did to him isn’t even allowed
today. Well, at least not the use of the
cross.
Money, and the Power that derives from it, is what every
civilised human being is after. In Spain the national lottery is
treated with the reverence that the Spanish (decreasingly) pay to the Holy
Mass in the Roman Catholic Churches.
For this reason, HeR, Queen Victoria, chose this time, in HeR
LAST LIFE where she
must work out her heavy karmic debt and save the world, to be born into a
poor, hard up, hard-working, lower-class family. She would become,
within a few years, extravagantly rich and lose it all again and become
penniless and homeless in the gutters of Europe. Plenty of Room
at the Bottom is the title of one of many Rag Mags that the “heavenly” twins
b.a.ch. and b.a.sho. would stomp out since 1984, when HeR made them slip
off the nouveau riche shelf, as aging and overweight, neurotic “Barbie
Doll(s)” and have a seven year “fling” with a reborn Benjamin
Disraeli. At the time, of course, neither Ben nor the Royal Bastards
knew about the roles that they were working out and acting out in the
LAST LIFE SCRIPT. Otherwise, they would have automatically forfeited
their authenticity. And Queen Victoria insists on authenticity for
this Script after living a very inauthentic life in the Golden
Royal Prison of the British Royal Family. Be REAL! Be AUTHENTIC! Be HAPPY! See you on the next page!
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