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Dodgy Robert Allen on Facebook

Who Is Robert Allen?

For an answer to this, see these posts and follow up comments:

These posts are all related either by Robert Allen and/or the email and websites that advertise products like his and others.  To me, they are all scum, although they may not be actually related.

Facebook Advert


Facebook Ad for Robert Allen

Today I got a depressingly familiar advert on my Facebook homepage.  This is it here on the left.

echo-news.co.uk version

On checking with TinEye, I found at least one other example of the image at http://www.echo-news.co.uk/resources/images/656796/ which is the one on the right.

Call me mad, but isn’t there something wrong about the three components of the image – the house, car and bloke – they just don’t look right!

I now followed through on the link to see what my 2011 Deam Lifestyle would be like…..

Fake News Site at wbcnewsonline.com

Is Working Online At Home The Next Gold Rush

This news site is called “News11 Today” and is notable for the complete absence of the French newsreader Melissa Therieau!  This is the full screen grab on the right.

It has the tagline:

“Is Working Online At Home The Next Gold Rush”

Unfortunately, the image and caption at the top right of the fake news site have this extract, which I’ve shown on the here below:

News11 blatant Google Lie

News11 blatant Google Lie

News11 blatant Google Lie

And it is a blatant lie!

To para-quote;

“Google have NOT opened their doors and are NOT allowing the public to post links from the comfort of their homes on THEIR website.”

In fact Google have always had a pretty open door policy and allow anyone to post adverts for search or display adverts on their own website for fees.  They have always done it!!!

It’s what they do.

Google is an advert sponsored search engine!!!

It’s how they make their money!

Advert Link – the real monkey.

The whole point of the fake news site “News11 Today” is the promotion of a single advert which they claim is for:

Automated Home Profits.

The Automated Home Profits link actually goes to



Regular readers of these pages will not be surprised to learn that this “business” hides their identity (see my opinion on hidden identity here) – see WHOIS link

And knowledgable and wise internet folk will also not be surprised that the link takes you to a typically gaudy Get-Rich-Quick website, prototing the dubious merits of Robert Allen.  This time it is called… wait for it (drumroll)…

Home Wealth Package

Home Wealth Package - 1st page

Home Wealth Package - 1st page

The actual URL (after a redirect from http://wbcnewsonline.com/business/read-more.php) is http://apply.robertallenswealthpackage.com/?hop=rgamedia&c1=467659339&c2=400444 and it looks like the screenshot on the left.

Amazingly, there are only 5 places remaining!  (This dubious sales tactic is everywhere on the web as well as normal retail – this post I wrote over two days and in the morning there were still 5 places remaining, gosh.)

Now obviously, this is a pile of poo.  But when you try to leave you get:

“The begging prompt” – see here:

Please Don't Go!

You will notice that the cakground has changed….?  This is because the page has redirected to another one already!  It’s:


Home Wealth Package - qualified!

Home Wealth Package - qualified!

..which means that trying to close the crap, qualifies me for an e-e-e-even more special offer that allows me to earn up to £379 per day (actually, I won’t get out of bed for less than £380 a day, so they’ve failed on that one).   This is the full page on the left.

An analysis of the page shows the same “loadsa money” girl from the Google Treasure Chest templates and I even spotted one iStockPhoto in the guise of the couple called “Jane & Jeremy C – Liverpool, UK”.

But check the bottom of the page – they carefully state in the smallest font known to mankind that,

Photos used are Not of actual customers.

Well that’s alright then.

Another thing that is obviously alright as it obviously does not seek to decieve is the disclaimer in tiny font at the bottom that states,

Home Wealth Package is not associated with CNN, People and TIME

…despite the prominently displayed logos at the top of the page.  This behaviour also occurred on the first landing page.  See two screenshots below.

This is a common pattern of behaviour for these scam get-rich-quick websites – they almost always have huge random logos of reputable internet businesses which are then diclaimered away in tiny printy at the botoom of the page.

Sign Up & Start Earning!  Rush My Order!

Handily there’s still five “positions” remaining….  Better get one fast, eh?  Clicking the nice large buttons takes me to this screen, where the logo disclaimer is now noticable by its absence!

Home Wealth Package - signup start

Home Wealth Package - signup start

Please note the text at the bottom which states “We respect your privacy and will not rent or share your information with anyone.”   – –  This is NOT what happened when I did this previously (see links at beginning of this post).  At that time my email address was mercilessly spread around like confetti!

Get Started Now!

Click Bank Payment Form

Click Bank Payment Form

Clicking that button takes me to the Click Bank form where I would normally pay my £19.97.

At this point I left but consider what Robert Allen and his marketteers now have, even though I haven’t bought anything…?

  • They have my name.
  • They have my phone number.
  • They have my email address.

Fortunately, I gave my name as Mystic Meg, my phone number is that of Scotland Yard and my email address is my spam harvester.

But for anyone else suckered into this tissue of lies, they’d now be open to even more spam as an absolute minimum.


Co-incidentally with my observance of the Facebook advert, I got some email spam this morning onto a little-used email address that wanted to sell me email spam lists by profession! It looks like the start of a new campaign.

This is it with my email xxxx-ed out:

Return-path: <[email protected]>

Envelope-to: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Delivery-date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 18:07:23 -0600

Received: from smtp.sernam.cl ([] helo=mail.sernam.cl)

by junction.site5.com with esmtps (TLSv1:AES128-SHA:128)

(Exim 4.69)

(envelope-from <[email protected]>)

id 1PUplC-00085r-Ol

for xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx; Mon, 20 Dec 2010 18:07:22 -0600

Received: from dockside ( by mail.sernam.cl (

with Microsoft SMTP Server id 8.1.436.0; Mon, 20 Dec 2010 21:04:21 -0300

To: <[email protected]>, <[email protected]>, <[email protected]>,

<xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>, <[email protected]>,

<[email protected]>

Subject: [rft 20] : dentist mailing lists

Reply-To: <[email protected]>

From: rule <[email protected]>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain

Message-ID: <[email protected]>

Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 21:04:21 -0300

Received-SPF: None (CorreoCas2.sernam2k.cl: [email protected]

does not designate permitted sender hosts)


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So Far Ahead – Beryl Burton

Strangely post on January 16th, 2009
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Beryl Burton at Speed

Beryl Burton at Speed

Following GB cycling’s successes at the recent 2008 olympics and world championships, I was reminded about the accomplishments of Beryl Burton who died early over 10 years ago.
It seems that in any sphere of human endeavour there is always one person who is head and shoulders better than anyone else.  We had the domination in tennis, say, of Navratilova, Sampras, Federer;  in motorsport of Fangio, Senna, Schumacher.

This year and for the past few, GB has had Chris Hoy, who has changed sport several times, and become champion at all of them.

But for longevity, and as an amateur, Beryl Burton’s exploits bring tears to my eyes for sheer determination.  In the big tours, like the Tour de France, the time-trial is called “the race of truth”, because everyone can watch you, all the way.  There’s no hiding, no competitor.  You ride against the clock and against all the negativity produced by your body.

In this Beryl Burton excelled.  For two years, at one distance (the 12hr), she was faster than any man in the world.  Indeed, when she broke the record she passed a man (Mike McNamara) who was in the process of setting the Men’s record! As she passed him, she is reputed to have given him a Liquorice Allsort – which he ate!

Beryl Burton didn’t start to ride until late – 18.  But then for 25 years she won medals and set records in nearly every single year.  Maybe she burnt out? (She died of heart failure on a training ride aged 59).  Who knows – but what a legacy?

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Wading Through a Ventilator

Strangely post on January 9th, 2009
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The Soft Boys

Many moons ago, before Crawling Chaos first played, I heard a tune on the late night John Peel Show called “Wading Through a Ventilator” by “The Soft Boys“.  You can get it on the compilation at left.

At only 3:20  it has the unique quality of extending time so it feels like about half an hour has passed when it’s impossible to speak, think or dance.  Just listen.

Later I found out that, independently, first one, then a later member of the band, had all gone out and bought the (very coral coloured) single. They made a fair bit from us!

Someone’s now plonked it on YouTube so, instant start and instant stop;  pin back your lugholes…  (Don’t forget to listen to the live version at the end as well…)

“Wading Through a Ventilator” Lyrics:

I fix my fish
I fool my frog
I fray my feet
I drag my dog
I drag my dirt
Across the wall
I squash my ___ just like my grub
I bang ____ in a pub
My girl is right
In greasy silk
A split tomato in her mind
A crumpled heart
Sagged to the sea
Tomato heart
Escaping gas
I think my girl has rubber skin
Of all the people that I know
The ones I like I love the best
The fishes in the sewer pipes
The highway man in yellow stripes
It might not now but it will be later
Wading through your ventilator
I tang my fag
You taint your cyst
The pretty Bob he
Licks my stamp
And twists her fang
She tugs his foot
We think of better things and laugh
Her hair’s on my marshmallow pout
My head is rich
Enough to burst
Without me struggling in my car
Fresh ale and flies
On melon halves
You wind up living somewhere cheap
And die upon a compost heap
Of all the people I don’t know
The ones I do I hate the most
The twisted father of mankind
‘S enough to drive a poor boy blind
It might not now but it could be later
Wading through your ventilator
I wading in and that’s a fact
The meat was cut the meat was packed
You shredded me with icy strings
As coiled salami I was led
Into a holy stocking shed
My life like antiseptic stings
A tounge of stalk
And tender leaves
And then she’ll eat
Her skull it _____ and splits
And like an egg
It dribbles down your inside leg
Don’t get me wrong I’m quite okay
I drank a cat
I sun a cake
She throws transistors in my lake
I threw her head
Far through the door
You wonder what I do that for
They wonder what she think I gots
Listen baby
There ain’t nothing in here but my own sweet mind
If it bothers you we can turn it off
With my antelope cheek and my raven’s eye
And my buffalo heart and a crocodiles hide
And my salmon head wait on a moose’s neck
A breathing fungus on a hemoraged lawn
Invented me one summers morn
I lost you now but I’ll catch you later
Wading through your ventilator

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Nazi Ron Dies

Ron Asheton Dies at Home

Fun House

Fun House

Tempis fugit and all that.  Ironically, the day after I saw Iggy Pop doing an advert on telly for car insurance, Ron dies at home with no suspicious circumstances.  Amazing.

The first time I heard “Down on the Street” knocked me over.  I was just stunned.

Iggy Painting by Alistair

Iggy Painting by Alistair

I heard “Search and Destroy”.  Stunned.  It inspired Alistair to paint this picture for me.

Today Ron was found dead.  I’m not stunned, but I’m a bit sad that he’s been dead on his sofa for several days and no-one noticed.

Over the last few years, the concerts the reformed Stooges have been doing had provided them all with some dosh for their old age.  Ironic, huh?  In the early years of the Stooges, Ron had a penchant for Nazi regalia.  Latterly he’d taken to wearing a little shiny medal on a ribbon. Someone called him quirky, not bad, and he believed good was in everyone even if they didn’t show it. Some recent biopics on telly (Melvyn Bragg etc) about the Stooges confirm that one’s perception of a person via the skewed media of their art and publicity can be somewhat at variance with the reality.

For Ron, that’s about right. He was 60.  Here are some news links from today:


Stooges guitarist Ron Asheton found dead – NME

Stooges guitarist Asheton found dead in Ann Arbor – Reuters

Ron Asheton, guitarist for The Stooges, dies at age 60 – CBC

Ron Asheton put the menace in the Stooges – Guardian

Stooges guitarist found dead – CNN

The Stooges guitarist found dead – BBC

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Waldo Jeffers is in the News

Inmate escapes German jail in box

The Velvet UndergroundParalleling a personal comment I made last week to Stuart, this week in Germany, a prisoner made a post-haste dash for freedom.  I think he must’ve been listening to The Velvet Underground’s “The Gift”

In the monolgued song, voiced by Cale in his Welsh accent, poor little man Waldo Jeffers has the bright idea of paying a surprise visit to his absent girl-friend, in a cardoard box.  He ends up dead, with little rhythmic arcs of red pulsating gently in the morning sun as a pair of scissors goes through his head.  The fun of course, is in the telling.

Man not in a box

Today’s story, picked up by the BBC alone, is about a Turkish drug-dealer prisoner in  a German jail who followed exactly the same tactics.

He was a big bloke by all accounts and no-one noticed that the box was a bit heavy!

As far as we know, he is “little red rythmic arc” free – and hasn’t been caught.

If there’s anyone who hasn’t heard “The Gift”, well you should.  I used to know it almost off by heart.  The words are below.
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“The Gift” by The Velvet Underground – from White Light/White Heat (1968)

Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit
It was now mid-August, which meant he’d been separated from Marsha for more than two months
Two months, and all he had to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone calls
True, when school had ended and she’d returned to Wisconsin and he to Locust, Pennylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity
She would date occasionally, but merely as amusement, she would remain faithful
But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night, and when he did, he had horrible dreams
He lay awake at night, tossing and turning under his depleted quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes
As he pictured Marsha her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothings of some Neanderthal
Finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion, it was more than the human mind could bear.
Visions of Marsha’s faithlessness haunted him, daytime fantasies of sexual abandon permeated his thoughts
And the thing was, they wouldn’t really understand how she really was
He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had intuitively grasped every hook and cranny of her psyche. He’d made her smile
She needed him – and he wasn’t there…
The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers Parade was scheduled to appear
He had just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons’ lawn for a dollar fifty
and had checked the mail box to see if there was at least a word from Marsha
There was nothing but a circular form from the Amalgamated Aluminium Company of America inquiring into his awning needs
At least they cared enough to write. It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in the mail. Then it struck him.
He didn’t have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion, true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly simple
He would ship himself parcel post, special delivery
The next day Waldo went to the supermarket to purchase the necessary equipment
He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a medium-sized cardboard box, just right for a person of his build
He judged that with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably
A few airholes, some water, of course some midnight snacks, and he would probably be as good as going tourist
By Friday afternoon Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed, and the post office had agreed to pick him up at three o’clock
He’d marked the package “fragile”, and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam rubber cushioning he’d thoughtfully included
He tried to picture the awe and happiness on Marsha’s face as she opened the door, saw the package, tipped the deliverer
And then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in person. She would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie
If only he’d thought of this before…
Suddenly rough hands gripped the package, and he felt himself borne up. He landed with a thud in a truck and was off.

Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It had been a very rough weekend
She had to remember not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about it, though
After it was over he’d said that he still respected her and, after all, it was certainly the way
of nature, and even though, no, he didn’t love her, he… did feel an affection for her
And, after all, they were grown adults. Oh, what Bill could teach Waldo… But that seemed many years ago
Sheila Klein, her very, very best friend walked in through the porch screen door and into the kitchen
“Oh God, it’s absolutely maudlin outside.”, “Ach, I know what you mean. I feel all icky.”
Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton robe with the silk outer edge
Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on the kitchen table, licked her fingers and made a face
“I’m supposed to be taking these salt pills, but” – she wrinkled her nose – “they make me feel like throwing up.”
Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she’d seen on television
“God, don’t even talk about that.”
She got up from the table and went to the sink, where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue vitamins.
“Want one? Supposed to be better than steak’, and attempted to touch her knees. “I don’t think I’ll ever touch a daiquiri again.”
She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the table that supported the telephone
“Maybe Bill will call”, she said to Sheila’s glance
“After last night I thought you’d be through with him.”
“I know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus, hands all over the place”
she gestured, raising her arms up in defence.
“Thing is, after a while you get tired fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn’t really do anything Friday and Saturday,
so I kind of owed it to him, you know what I mean.” She started to scratch
Sheila was giggling with her hand over her mouth. “I’ll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a while”
Here she bent forward in a whisper – “I wanted to.” And now she was laughing very loudly
It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow Post Office rang the door bell of the large stucco colored frame house
When Marsha Bronson opened the door, he helped her carry the package in
He had his yellow and green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip
that Marsha had gotten out of her mother’s small beige pocket book in the den
“What do you think it is?” Sheila asked
Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back
She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living room
“I don’t know.”
Inside the package Waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the muffled voices
Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down the center of the carton
“Why don’t you look at the return address and see who it’s from?”
Waldo felt his heart beating. He could feel the vibrating footsteps. It would be soon
Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. “Oh God – it’s from Waldo!”
“That schmuck!” said Sheila. Waldo trembled with expectation.”You might as well open it”, said Sheila.
Both of them tried to lift the stapled flap.
“Arhh…”, said Marsha, groaning, “He must have nailed it shut.” They tugged at the flap again
“My God, you need a power drill to get this thing opened!” They pulled again.
“You can’t get a grip!” They both stood still, breathing heavily
“Why don’t you get a scissor”, said Sheila.
Marsha ran into the kitchen, but all she could find was a little sewing scissor
Then she remembered that her father kept a collection of tools in the basement
She ran downstairs, and when she came back up she had a large sheet metal cutter in her hand
“This is the best I could find.” She was very out of breath
“Here, you do it. I’m gonna die.” She sank into a large fluffy couch and exhaled noisily
Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the end of the cardboard
But the blade was too big and there wasn’t enough room. “God damn this thing!” she said, feeling very exasperated
Then, smiling: “I’ve got an idea!” “What?” said Marsha
“Just watch!”, said Sheila, pointing her finger to her head
Inside the package Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could hardly breathe
His skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his heart beating in his throat. It would be soon
Sheila stood quite upright and walked around to the other side of the package
Then she sank down to her knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath
and plunged the long blade through the middle of the package
through the masking tape, through the cardboard, through the cushioning,
and right through the center of Waldo Jeffers’ head, which split slightly,
causing little rhythmic arcs of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun

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