I’ve been reading comments at a long thread that I won’t link to concerning our series of posts on the man in Taos. Comments are open on this post, so it will be a chance to see if the defenses put in place are effective.
What startled me is this: In that thread several facts about me are discussed that take some research on their end. One is that in 2015 I was in Ljubljana in Slovenia. I think at that time I was writing about our travels here on the blog. I don’t do that anymore. That year we were in Italy for a trek in the Dolomites, and on return to Venice rented a car and drove to Slovenia, something had never done before (both renting a car while abroad and visiting Slovenia).
That trip has triggered suspicion that I was there to meet with the writer who once claimed that 700,000 unsuspecting people in Stalin’s Soviet Union had met their end by means of gunshot to the back of the head. (We now know this not to be true. Stalin had in reality dispatched a special military unit that used boomerangs to decapitate its victims, the beauty if which was return of the weapons to senders, a money-saving move.)
On that same trip we drove through the Julian Alps, stunning, and learned that having a car is a treat if we stayed out of large cities, where it can test a marriage.
I also learned that I once used the moniker “Paul Marshall.” That is true. I imagined at one time that one could maintain anonymity on the Internet. One cannot. But I have in the past used that and one other name, if only briefly.
The first is, in my view, quite funny. My oldest daughter has just gone off to college, and her first letter home to me was addressed to “That Tomato Guy.” WTF? I asked her later where she had gotten the name, and she said she just made it up. It sounded funny. I liked it, so for a while went by “Tomato Guy.”
The other is also kind of funny, a way of ascertaining what name we would use if we appeared in porn movies, a simple formula: Our middle name and the street we lived on at birth, in my case this results in Paul Marshall. I used that for a while too, but who was I kidding? There is no privacy on the Internet, otherwise it would not be allowed. I eventually settled on my real name, Eugene Maurice Orowitz.
I kid. I also learned on that thread that we do not do any original research here, and instead merely reflect the man in Taos. Eugene Maurice Orowitz Is the real name of the actor who probably faked his death in 1991, Michael Landon.
My name is Mark Paul Tokarski. I am not Langley or MI6, a hilarious sidebar, as when the Man in Taos learned that there is a British expression “Bob’s her uncle,” meaning “it’s a sure thing,” he claimed that this meant that the author of the piece that outed him was British. He knows better. I like the expression and now use it when I can, as when last week my wife asked me if I knew the way back to the freeway from the hardware store we were at. “Bob’s her uncle,” I told her.
I was born on April 20, 1950 at St. Vincent’s Hospital in Billings, Montana. There’s that date! Yes, that is my real birth certificate above. That’s also (supposedly) Hitler’s birthday, and a date that they use to run covert ops, like the Columbine and Ludlow “massacres,” both staged in Colorado. There’s a reason, I discovered (no, wait, the man in Taos surely discovered this before me!) for use of that date: In a non-leap year, it is the 110th day of the year. Get it? Eleven. Spook marker.
Funny story: When I was in eighth grade on my birthday our teacher, Sister Thomasello, a wonderful woman of slight stature and who went through life with a perpetual smirk on her face, gave me a holy card commemorating a Catholic saint whose feast was on that date. On that back she had taped my newspaper horoscope, “If today is your birthday …” It said that my birthday falling on that day means that I had “stomach problems” and an “unusual” relationship with my mother. Again, WTF?
It would take me years to realize that since April 20 was also Hitler’s birthday, that the horoscope writer was merely demonstrating wisdom after the fact.
My mother was Eileen (nee Leonard) Tokarski, my dad Stephen J. I had three older brothers, Tom and Steve, both of whom died within a month of one another in 2011, and Joe, who died in 2007. Dad also died in 2007, and Mom in 2013 after a ten-year bout with Alzheimer’s. She was way out there on the bell curve in terms of surviving that disease, almost in Hawking country. (I was very impressed at one time that the man in Taos exposed the Hawking Project, but learned that he was not the first, only claiming to be.)
I attended Little Flower Catholic grade school (1964), Billings Central Catholic High School (1968), and Eastern Montana College (now Montana State University, Billings). At EMC I achieved the highest GPA in the history of that institution, 2.20. That’s because the school is a catchall for students who did so poorly in high school that no other college would take us.
OK. I made that up, the GPA thing, as I get so tired of the Taos horn blower, who at (most) times strikes me as a narcissist.
Speaking of which, I married in 1973, way too young. I advised all of my five children to wait until age 28 before marrying to avoid my mistake. That may be the only advice given them that they followed. My first wife was a raging narcissist of the “shy” variety who haunts my life to this day, she and her flying monkeys. We divorced in 1994 and I met my current wife in 1995 in the Castle Mountains of Montana.
She and I have had a fairy tale life together, and neither of us looks forward to that day when one of us has to go forward alone. For that reason, we have decided on either of two options: One day we will both magically evaporate into a corn field, or the alternative, a trip to Switzerland where we will meet our demise hand-in-hand stepping off Reichenbach Falls.
PS: It bugged me all day that I was feeling feisty when I wrote this and repeated referred to the man in Taos as the “Taos Twit.” That was juvenile. Then I realized it is my blog, and I can change it, and I did.
PPS: In the post defending the guru, they used an insult levied in me several years back by a writer who goes by the name “JC” over at Reptile Dysfuntion. In it JC, generally humorless, hit me with the John Candy comparison, and I had to sit back and take it, as frankly, it was clever and funny. It was this image that caused me to use my own photos taken 30 years apart to demonstrate that alignment of the eyes after setting pupils at common distance can generate a remarkable alignment of features, in my case, even thirty years apart, perfect. JC did not use the pupil-distance technique, but merely set the faces at common size to produce his result, which is as follows.
So it is not a useful comparison, only a humorous one, and I never realized before that John candy was a such a handsome man.
It is interesting that they were able to go back years and dredge this photo from an unrelated blog, indicating that they do maintain records. This is not original work. It was stolen from JC. It is plagiarism. That much is obvious, and the question is … how were they able to do this? What resources have they have at their disposal?