Number 4 High Performance Hair Care weaves a magical spell

A sample of  Number 4 High Performance Hair Care,was the last thing left in my gift bag from the PETA fundraiser I was privileged to attend and meet my hero Ingrid Newkirk. So far, I’d eaten exotic snacks from Mexico, tasted candy full of B vitamins for extra energy and tried on some snazzy red nail polish all PETA approved. Right up my alley!

 Inside the plastic pack were four black and white bottles 4 inches high. Is it a coincidence that in numerology the number 4 represents earth and mankind? I think not. This company takes our health and environmental footprint seriously.  What I was soon to find out that these curious bottles contained magical ingredients!

I quickly realized it was my responsibility to create a  potion using no animal DNA that was Cruelty Free Sulfate Free, Paraben Free, Gluten Free, Ani-aging and Vegan. It’s amazing there’s anything left!

 Number4Hair.com is Karma cleared by Kay! 

Bam!

This is a story about a poor girl with thinning hair who created a magical potion to turn on the light in her heart, turn on the world and most importantly turn on her husband artist Peter G Pereira while saving hundreds of sharks and bunnies. And if you secure the enchanted ingredients to make this spell it can happen for you too!

I kid you not.  Below is a pic of my hair after using Number 4 High Performance Hair Care hair care products. (no photoshop used but I did smooth out some of my wrinkles.)

But wait! Pow!💋➡️

Before my spell was spun my hair was correctly growing out of the top of my head. That’s about it. Clearly I was ready to take the next step.

I examined the potions closely.

Potion 1 Clarifying Shampoo

Potion 2 Reconstructing Masque

Potion 3 Super Comb Prep and Protect

Potion 4 Reconstructing Masque

The last thing I needed was a fancy shampoo claiming to give me luxurious hair, confidence and a new lease on life. Little did I know that the urban myths were true, and I was about to embark on a journey by mixing an enchanted potion for my hair which would lead me to my prince charming. But unbeknownst to me I had no idea that my Prince was also mixing a spellbinding potion to find me!

During my 40 years I’ve worked my way up from 99 cent bottles of VO5 to the middle class in the $10.00 range and with no results I convinced myself to pay $50.00 for shampoo and conditioner that  turned out to be just as good as my VO5. Another shampoo? Yawn. But I figured I owed it to PETA to at least check them out.

The spell ingredients for my magic potion were complete. But would it work? A storm was brewing outside my kitchen window and I saw a flash of lightening but didn’t hear the thunder which I thought was odd! No question there was a trickle of the supernatural in the air- a hint of magic. I was all in.  The instructions were teeny tiny, but I managed to sort it all out. I stepped into my black and white checkered shower stall which by pure coincidence matched the colors on the bottle. Wham! Was this a sign I was on the right track?  

First, I shampooed which had a surprisingly rich lather and Poof! I wasn’t in my shower anymore getting a quick shampoo in I was at a very posh salon which I could barely afford. Inspirited by the clean salon smell I took time to rub my head vigorously like I saw my hairdresser do. For the first time I was in no rush to wash my hair. I washed it twice!

Then I tried the masque which is a very thick beige magic potion that I rubbed in my hands and through my long thin hair. I took care of body business and let it sit four 4 minutes and towel dried using my big blue beach towel with orange fish and yellow seahorses. I swim and the chlorine does a lot of damage, (it’s bleach after all) and it was also causing thinning on the top which was horrifying me. I don’t use a hair dryer or a curling iron. When you live in a beach town that stuff just doesn’t fly.  I dry a la mode and sometimes nude!

My hair was super tangled as usual, and I grabbed a comb ready to tear out the strands I so zealously guarded. Oww! But as instructed, the next magic Spell ingredient was the Super comb Prep and Protect spray. I gave me a little spritz and picked up the comb ready for a fight and Woosh! The comb went straight through like butter, no tugging no Dangs!  I kid you not.

The magic potion plan was moving forward smoothly and the spell was almost spun. I pulled my wet hair into a ponytail let it dry for the day and Bam! Touchdown! My hair was soft and sleek and silky, and my husband turned to me and said. “I have never seen your hair look so good,” which meant a lot because he had never said anything to me about my hair even after a plethora of salon visits and haircuts. How was is possible that the spell was working so well so soon?

 Then I saw a glint in his eye that I hadn’t seen for years. Was the spell I wove going to enchant other men to reach out to touch my locks or was he just jealous? Ummm.

Peter G. Pereira having a bad hair day!

 And so when I went to bed that night having taken out my scrunchy so that my hair would create a silken pillow perfect for sweet dreams, my husband snuck into the bathroom and spun a spell of his own with the shampoo the masque and a special ingredient for his curly hair, the magical and mystical and wonderful Sugar Texturizing spray.

When the sun rose that morning. I looked at him and he looked at me and it took quite a while to get out of bed. Hallelujah! The spell ingredients had woven together the ancient stories were true, great hair was a turn on!       

After our tryst we decided to get out and take pictures of our hair as poof the spell works and send them to their very cool representative Janae. I took one of my husband the artist, Peter G. Pereira because his curls had never looked so shiny and healthy. That’s our rescue dog Pepito!                                              

Peter G Pereira after using Number 4 and Pepito!

                                                           

Peter G. Pereira with his new hair

Kay and Peter with Number 4 Hair

Poof! 

Bam! 

Wow!

To create your own magical potion go to the website Number4hair.com and find a retailer near you. The best spell ingredients are not just found in and old drugstore. 

Number4hair! Number4hair.com,  #number4haircare   concierge@number4hair.com


P.S. Many of our cosmetics creams, suntan lotions, and shampoos contain something called Squalene rarely found on the ingredient list because it is something the companies do not want you to know about.  I learned this from seeing a shark sign on one of the bottles of this very special company, contacted their rep Janae and learned that Squalene is found in shark liver and millions of sharks are pulled out of the ocean sliced open, their livers cut out and their bodies thrown back in the sea. Number4 Hair is proud to have nothing to do with that and I’m proud of them!

Although Squalene can be synthetically made the majority of companies don’t and hide it from the consumer. And the only way to really tell is to take it to a lab.

 When you can learn something from a product that changes the way you look at the world instead of about a product it's a  rare thing.

Go!

Buy!

Try!

 Number4hair! Number4hair.com,  #number4haircare   concierge@number4hair.com

Wired For Women May 2018 TECHNOETHICS

I have been about writing my series Wired for Women in which I summarize articles from Wired Magazine that we NEED to know before boys with their toys destroy everything that we hold dear instead of participating in the beauty of life because they are drunk with  tech-bro-narcissism. It's called technoethics and I urge you to get involved before it's too late

I'd like to share with you two stories from this month’s Wired so that you can do anything in your power to put a kibosh on them.  For really scary check out Erika Martins from Sweden who is developing edible tech cloths and little gummy candies that have minuscule robotic codes implanted within which when ingested go directly to the brain and influence our decision making. In other words, she wants to meld our system with machines (Think Cyborg). And that’s a great idea! Think of the soldiers you can create. And... if you can virus that Nano bot you will be able to wipe out an entire population in under a second!  Apparently man and woman, as we exist, are not miracle enough.

      The second story is my pet subject on CRISPR- (Genetic hell unleashed into our culture developed by Jennifer Dounda from the University of California Berkeley, who if she had one ounce of morality and a drop of ethics in her system would have destroyed all research, ?like Einstein should have).  What do you call a scientist with hubris?  Digerati Zounderkits! Or DZ for now. (not a typo; look it up if you choose)

CRISPR, if you remember made the tedious, labor intensive process of genetic alteration of DNA into a do-it-yourself kit without any regard for ethical consequences.  Companies like Origins will help you get started so that you can build your custom Frankenstein.

        Oopps! I forgot. Love and respect for life as God has created it, or the aliens genetically altered it to create us does NOT exist in this world. Pity we cannot genetically alter some DNA to put some sense of responsibility in our techo-bros-narcissism.  I heard you can breed in aggression but not love. The Digerati Zounderkits have made it faster, easier and cheaper to change the beauty of life into a hell on earth. 

You can mix and match fish DNA and put it in a cats ass wasp DNA into a dogs eye! Its fun ,it’s fast it’s easy and gruesome. Life is being corrupted all over the planet in horrible, tortuous terrifying ways. These are living and loving sentient beings. Remember the movie The Fly with Jeff Goldblum? I will never forget the scene in which the DZ took a good kind golden Labrador retriever and corrupted his bottom nature into a crippled, demented and vicious creature- in the name of science.  

Think back to the age of  Greek Gods and the Egyptians.  Pan is half man- half goat the Sphinx is half man-half lion. Maybe CRISPR existed then? Now there’s a thought.  (They say history repeats itself.)

     The problem is that these experiments are no longer movie fodder.   It’s happening now. We’ve moved from scary to super scary  and I would say sinful without any regulation or consequences. As if that’s not sick and dangerous enough  Paul and Dabrowski and his brother Micheal (who have no background in biology having worked as former SpaceX engineers), have made a faster CRISPR model . Just send in your order form. “Please put a pigs left paw on the back of my dog. I have included a self-addressed envelope" and get it back in a week.

What kind of man, parent, husband, father can these brothers be to spit on nature in such a damaging and distrustful way and be proud of it?

Yes I am harsh but I'm in good company with ethics philosopher Hans Jones followed by Mario Bunge and now me an official writer of technoethics!  Now if I could get Wired to publish me. Not. I believe Wired Magazine is completely  run by A.I. systems, can't email them, call them of even write to them. One thing I do know is that their search trolls will come upon this article and file it in their subversive section. The last thing these systems will do is engender discussion because according to them their is none. They are programmed to answer uncomfortable questions with silence and I will elaborate on that in my next article on Apps. Hint: get them off your phone.

 

VALENTINES HEARTS STEP 1

This Valentines I decided to do some heart sculptures. I love bling but I don't get to use it much. These are some pics of the progress.

The Gristedes closes on 86th and 1st. NY Upper East Side

It never was the greatest grocery store but I know it's been there for over 20 years and it was 24hrs. For me that meant I could shop alone at night, take my time and not get worried someone was taking my coveted chicken breast.  

It was zen. It was stress free.  And  the fuzzy sounds of light rock music oozed from the speakers on the ceiling above my head creating my personal yoga retreat.

It is with sadness( mainly for myself ) that this place is closing for good, just like FAO Swartz, like Carnegie  Deli and will  be knocked down so a real estate developer can shove more people into little cubes in the air and call it luxury living.

Joseph John Holosko: Memories

My father was the only man I ever knew who was personally hurt when he was not selected for jury duty. It was like he was a kid and this was something he always wanted to do. He was so excited to go down to the court and so very dissapointed when they dismissed him.

I will always remember how hard he took this. To him he was being rejected as a man who had worked all his life to do the right thing.

JOSEPH JOHN HOLOSKO just a Memory

My father wrote when he passed away.  "for my daughter who loved the horses". This is a similar picture of the sculpture my father had in his house. He left it for me but it disappeared shortly after he fell and hit his head on the bathroom floor.   I wonder sometimes how my father really died! How did he fall as his son held him up.  A mystery? Really? 

Pope Francis held my hands

He held both hands out to me and I reached for him.

All of me felt so tiny in his presence that I was not even able to conceive, nor able to relate to the spirit whose presence  was physicially touching me.

That he would take the time to hold out his hands to me, a little flea in the air, and let me touch him back created a freeze frame of love in my heart, a peace in my mind, and an elevation out of my illness to where I was one with his spirit.

A place imprinted on my soul.

In everlasting love.

DONALD TRUMP is a Genius

I do not care what anyone says about Donald Trump. The guy is a genius.  For the first time in my life I actually watched a Republican debate. I  looked for websites that blogged on the info.

( BY THE WAY... THE NEWS BLOGGERS NEED HELP. Very bland. Don't you want people to read it?)

The point is I watched, I learned their names, figured out who I liked and I  even went to a local cafe and demanded that they change the T.V station from baseball to the debate. THAT IS BECAUSE OF DONALD TRUMP.

I even watched his speeches including the one in Dallas!

GOOD JOB! I am a supporter.

Donald is bringing more attention to any party ever in the U.S. I'm not even interested in the Democrats anymore and I think I am one.

The Republicans would be smart to embrace this guy.

Frankly, on the otherhand ,I don't think the DONALD wants the presidency.  I think he'll get bored.

But I do belive that he is the only guy on that stage that foreign  leaders would like to sit down with.
They also are masters of the "art of the deal"  and Trump would be a worthy adversary.

I also think Trump will enjoy the challenge of doing business with guys in his league. Let's lead him in that  direction

"The Art of the Deal" is now a contender in  the OLYMPICS.

P.S. Donald,  I know you are reading. I would just like to make one suggestion. Do you think you are being a bit of a bully singling out people in the Press that annoy you by using their names in public.

They have a job to do and annoying you is good for ratings. Also they have families and friends and quite frankly there is a fear element because you are the Donald. Maybe? Think about it?

K

PSS.  You don't want to make people fear for their careers.

Henry Gone 9:30 AM Wed. Sept 16 2016

Henry's spirt is racing around the apartment. Loved to run. And...he doesn't seem to want to make the final transition.  Maybe he'll stay as a spirit guide. Maybe he'll just flit away. I'll give it a day or two and then I'll know. 

I would be surprised if he stayed he wasn't the most profound or wise little dog. But he definitely was a clever little self preservationest. You have to be a very old spirit to be a spirit guide and you've had to have some lifetimes together.

For now my little pup is running, and running he loved to run. He loved people to watch him run! But his back legs would fly apart like crooked chicken feet, his ears would blow back. He'd run and run as far as he could. Then he'd turn around by jumping on the air in half a back flip and run back again. He never got tired. Even after a while of running he seemed to get energized for more. I often had to grab him and slow him down and he loved to escape my grasp.

Yes. Henry was a runner. He ran like the wind a kind of chaotic unpredictable wind! He loved it!  I learned a valuable lesson from Henry. 

Just because your not good at something doesn't mean you can't love it.!

Run little Henry run.  And he liked to jump over puddles and that he did gracefully like Michael Jordan just floating in the air, time stopped. It was elegant and prissy and clean. Surgical the way he used to jump over the puddles.  People stopped in the street to look.

Henry taught me another valuable thing.

If your not good at doing the thing that you love. Cover your ass and do something your good at and make it great!

Henry was a great model! The first dog supermodel!

(He died with his ears back, just as they flew when he ran.)

Me loving Henry and vice versa

I have been up all night. My little guy is very sick. I will go to the vet soon and I will try and keep it together. I am loosing my best friend, my little baby of 17 years! I am in physical pain.

Henryhallmanhattanmutt.blogspot.com.

Why are There so many Male Syrian refuges in these pictures? Sept 7th 2015

Before you jump on me I am well aware that there are families in great suffering and crises who have come from a violent and war torn country and need to be embraced welcomed and integrated into a new life, country, culture and language. I pray that they get the help that they so desperately need.

However, I am commenting on two pictures of the exodus that I have seen in the New York Post, Saturday Sept. 5th and the Daily News also Saturday Sept. 5th. These pictures as you can see are of hundreds and what looks like miles of refuges walking to their country of choice which happens to be Germany.

I'm looking and I'm looking and I notice that something is really odd and maybe I am wrong, maybe this picture needs to be blow up but from my perspective, as a layman, looking at these pictures in major newspapers there does not seem to be any women in these pictures. T

There are all men, in white t-shirts, new running shoes, hats, hands on their cellphones. Didn't these men bring their female wives and their female children? Where are they? Did they leave them behind? How will they find them in these crowds? Why would a father or brother, or uncle not feel that protecting his family in a crises such as this a priority. Are these miles of marching crowds all single men? Am I seeing this correctly?

I also noticed that there is even one man carrying which looks like a pristine roll of white paper... maybe a banner. Some of the men are laughing some are waving. They looks in good spirits and in good health.

It seems to me that their needs are being met and being met thoroughly. And not that they shouldn't be. But that surprises me because I have been hearing how awful and terrible some of the way stations are. I understood that camps are places where people cannot eat, clean their clothes cook or go to the bathroom yet, in these two pictures I am seeing a different reality.

After my observation I did take the time to look more closely and counted and circled the women, who are modern women walking among the crowd of men. They are clustered together as if they know one another. And incredibly  I've identified three or four in each picture.

I know this is an Exodus that maybe feels like an invasion but whatever it is I hope people much smarter than me can figure out a way to separate the criminals, pedophiles, murderers, serial killers, rapists thieves and cons that may be walking in these crowds. 

With such great numbers, I can safely suggest that there may be men in these crowds that can potentially or purposely disrupt the safety and culture of the countries which they seek to inhabit.

On the flip side, I hope that we can welcome the others with compassion and love and teach them to also embrace the cultures that extended this gift to them. I am not sure that if I was a refugee that I would be treated the same in their country but maybe we can be an example. We just have to be careful and cautious and be attentive to the fact that there are no women or children in the massive wave of men in these pictures. I would like to know where they are? I would like to know why they are missing? Or....

Am I missing the ball here?
Thoughts?

Sayings by Joseph John Holosko

"Don't put it past them"

I gave my father two horse head onyx head book ends.  He kept them with him always by his bed on a shelf.

I want them back.

Wired Magazine for Women Sept 2015

SEPT 2015 edition of Wired Magazine. (Below see my podcast).

First, I would like to apologize for miscounting the women in my podcast there are actually 6. I mistakenly forgot to mention a very hot and very wonderful scientist helping to combat Ebola. You know who you are and big shout out to you!

(SECOND.. WIRED YOU NEED MY HELP: Contact me!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=asdr3gvOXR0


(Since I have become the self appointed watchdog for Wired Magazine I feel it's my duty to count the women in the magazine and report on what goes on in the very, very male technological world Frankenstienian, laboratories that are considered the cutting edge. As you may or may now know I don't think it's necessary to cut the edge of technological advances any further until we wait a while to examine the long term affects. My spidey sense is tingling because I get the sense that the reason  technological advances are happening at such an alarmingly fast pace is because we may have to blow this popsicle stand of a planet much sooner then we think. Get your savings in order because the flights to wherever are going to cost a lot. As for me? I think I'll just stay here and save the world).

We have GOT to pay attention to this stuff because boys running loose in labs is NOT a good thing!


There are six women that I can count in this months edition of wired magazine. Two are ads. The first ad is a black and white picture of Jennifer Aniston with a big bottle of smart water in her hand. Ok.. It's really phallic but it's Jennifer Aniston and she makes regular appearances in Wired Magazine. Boys like Jennifer. Hell, everyone likes Jennifer!

Next photo up (BELOW) is an ad for Kohler, the company that makes cool shower heads and plumbing stuff. Below we have a picture of a woman who is aggressively being sprayed in the face with pulsing water. She tries in desperation to hold back the watery ejaculation but sadly she is unsuccessful. Thankfully the rest of her stays dry, due to the fact that she is cocooned in saran wrap.

Need I say more? I wonder if  someone did some marketing research and concluded that the male readers of Wired like to see women degraded and helpless and wrapped in plastic? Come on boys!

Then we get to  four women. Each woman marks a different male demographic fantasy. 

First, we've got the sultry brunette. Think a hot scientist, white coat fantasy, who fights Ebola( I forgot to mention her in my podcast....sorry). 

Second we have another brunette showing us how to flick her hair.She is going to advocate advancing security measures. 

Third, we've got the older woman who is an engineer and helps small companies to get up to snuff technology. 

And fourth, we've got the hot blond a mere 26 years old who just managed to score $13.3 million dollars for her start up. She is going to put things in the airwaves so that we can charge our cellphones without plugging them in the wall.

 

LADY #1 Smart Fantasy Scientist type,

 

(Think white lab coat).

 

 By the way, she is doing some kick ass work in Ebola research and she is the WOMAN I MISTAKENLY FORGOT to mention!

LADY #2

Catherine Zeta Jones look a like. Playing with her hair.

 

 

 

LADY #3.   Older Woman Fantasy

 

 

 



And..Lady #4 Hot Blonde

Each woman has a tiny blurb describing how fabulous she is. There is maybe a two or three word quote, like, data is a "natural resource". But, it's what's missing that bothers me.There are no interviews, no information on background, education, life's trials, journeys, marriages or kids or partners. 

Maybe some hobbies might work to personalize them!  

 How about  a question or two?

 Did Wired even talk to these women? Maybe they could be asked what its like to compete in a male dominated world  Essentially there is nothing, there is no real information. And if you look at the pictures there are all done in this kind of red and blue effect that makes them seem unworldly. Is a computer making this magazine?

The style of the pictures really creeps me out. There are photographed all the same with a mysterious blue and yellow glow emanating from their heads. Ok.... this is weird. Enjoy my podcast where I mistakenly forgot to mention the scientist fighting Ebola.

Love Kay Hall
XO

Sayings by Joseph John Holosko

"Step up to the plate"

(My father taught me how to read)

Killing a dangerous giraffe and bleeding it out using an arrow.

I just want to give a shout out to Sabrina Corgatelli and thank her for killing the very dangerous giraffe that was about to storm Manhattan leaving a wake of destruction in its path.

Its odd how hunters play with the word dangerous. I did a piece on a Bison slaughter and the shooters said the same thing. Apparently, we have also been saved from the "dangerous" bison.

In order to stomp out giraffe attacks, Sabrina needed a bow and arrow, she needed to pierce the animals major organs and she needed to watch it try to escape, and writhing in pain. This was a cruel blood bath! That beautiful animal may have suffered bleeding out for hours.

Thankfully no blood touched the fur of the "dangerous" animal that Sabrina wanted to have stuffed and put on her wall.

And to proove such an aggresive beast was murdered she twisted it's neck (which probably took place just after the kill to avoid dealing with riggamortus)  toward the camera to smile and enjoy "a moment in her life she shall never forget".

Thanks again Sabrina! You have defeated the beast with your bow and arrow.  You have saved the world!

C u in playboy#

Joseph John Holosko loving father of Karina Holosko

To: Joseph John Holosko

Hey Dad, 

I was Krazy Gluing a head that broke off of one of my Kick Ass Angels that I accidentally stepped on and I thought of you. You loved your Krazy glue and when it came out on the market you tested it on everything. Once we broke an expensive tea cup just to see if it would glue back together. We used too much glue and we expected it to work too fast and this produced crazy results. We had to use your go-to-glue, Rubber Cement to fix the problem. 

I remember helping you at your workbench in the dark basement of our house. I practiced the piano, you worked on the lathe twisting the wood til it was so curvy that it was ready to be placed on the top of the grandfather clock that you made for me.  

One night after piano practice I met you at your bench in the damp basement. Any place was better than the upstairs where the abuse and the swearing and the spitting and the yelling of your very sick wife lived.

We decided it was time to glue that piece that you made on the lathe onto the top of the clock.  Like me you put on too much glue and expected it too work too fast. Then you turned to me and said, "We are barking up the wrong tree, we have to slow down. Hold your horses!" So we took a minute to let our glue catastrophe settle and then put just a small drop and held it gently in place. 

 I thought of you and I "held my horses" and  put just a drop of glue on my angels neck to hold her head in place. It was just enough Krazy glue, not too much  and I patiently held it gently for awhile just like you taught me.

As the head my angel became one with her body my love for you soared through my soul. Who would think that gluing on the head of an Kick-Ass angel would make me think of you. 

Dad, you are my Kick Ass Angel and I can feel you with me.

Happy father's day! From your little girl.. the apple of your eye.

Below. See Joseph John Holosko as a young boy in the far right. From right to left his brother Emil, his sister Stella Staley and (a sponsored relative my grandfather brought from Ukrainian). My grandmother, and my grandfather.

P.S Whoever has that clock please know that it was a labor of love between a daughter and her father. Even though the object is not with me the love shines through. Tick -tock goes the Grandfather clock.

Do you Need KICK ASS ANGEL this XMAS? WRITE TO ME

Hi everyone, This year I am making KICK ASS angles for Xmas. Did someone mess you up? Did someone do you wrong? Do you need and angel to KICK their ASS?  

PLEASE write to me and let me know why you need a KICK ASS ANGEL. I will make you your own personal angel and read your letter online for free!

Another nurse with EBOLA. Quarantine the Hospital

THIS IS SERIOUS. LETS GET SERIOUS   

 

 WATCH DALLAS OVER THE NEXT 21 days.

A little Joke for the day! Oct 15th, 2014

Brain Dead, speeding bike, Regulate this nonsense!!!!

Time to get tough NYC. The wild west of the bickers has got to STOP.  Pedestrians are not targets in a video game.

 

WHERE ARE THE BIKE LAWS??????????

Here are some suggestions!

 

 

1.  MAKE them get a license and display a plate. We get one for our dogs!

2. They must get insurance. They CAN sue you if you hit them you should be able to sue them.

3. And how about identity regulation? The lights, horns and bells should all be placed consistently on the bikes!

 

Jill Tarlov, 59 is brain dead because maniac Jason Marshall thinks pedestrians are part of a video game. This time he crashed and burned into an innocent woman walking in Central Park. He walked away she didn't.

This had got to stop! Since the nonsense inception of The Crazed Bike era, New Yorkers have been terrorized with not a legal leg to stand on. Jason Marshall may get a slap on the wrist, a desk ticket... depending on what the investigation reveals.  The family of Jill Tarlov will get pain and anguish.

Marshall has no insurance!  So good luck suing him.

But get this. If you hit Marshall there are already law firms advertising to kick your butt.

Jill Tarlov is the extreme example of the terror that these bikers inflict on New York City Pedestrians. I've been side swiped and my girlfriend suffered from a broken collar bone from a bike that just peddled away.

Come on NOW take them away or get them regulated!