The Daredevil Scholarship
The actual date of this article is 9/6/2019. The actual location is Seattle/Tacoma.
A stereotype of liberalism has become very threatening. It allows no exceptions and offers no examples, yet is filled with malice and contempt, while being very popular. Once known as the Appeasers who considered confrontation utopian and premature, they have arrived again. The murder of Saoirse Kennedy is not the only example of this scorn in operation, illustrating by civil war that liberals will do nothing even to defend their own treasure. The exampling that befell me you must remember was done to someone who was already multiply disabled by violent crime and contrary to the intended indication of the illustration I am using, I did call police and the consequence is such that if the character in the film had done so they would have poured another bucket of pig blood on her, but I invite you in this offering to consider a different outcome. The terrorism and sadism of the Beatles is so criminally insane that my mind is absolutely shattered. The claim they advocated for was that I should have known that Lennon was being referred to in the script of Gail Burstyn whose author they have promoted, seething that it is a necessary evil. It meant nothing to them that I knew nothing at all about that. The idea that I sometimes enjoyed Lennon’s music was used as an absolute rule they claimed proved the case against me. They built their entire mutilation, murder and pimp machine around the idea that it was Lennon’s living will. No one protested, no one stood up for me, not one teacher, not one friend, not one school, through years and years of unprovoked, wierd terrorism that includes poison crime.
It is as though the thousands of pages I have been forced to write as slave labor have some purpose to my dark audience. How interesting your history is they sometimes reply as though imagining this is just the thing for some Hollywood pervert to secure the film rights to. The fascists are very straightforward, either the liberals clean up our mess for us or we will kill you. Stationing me in the Falk Medical Library in 1984 (the first numbers of my Social Security card) under the Administration that created Reagan’s Federal Emergency Management Agency, they ran the AIDS attack as a comedy of liberalism, brutally mutilating me as a device to spread sadistic glee among the afflicted. They created a horrid, comic book cover story with the help of a Jewish female sex criminal, sneering that virginity proved rape because under the circumstances it wouldn’t have been rape and I said they were wrong. It is a moebius slander that doesn’t make any sense no matter how many times you turn it, yet always falls in their favor because of the gangster reading supplied by Yoko Ono in the name of something her soothsayers at Rockefeller Plaza dub Fem-Nazism, with the help of Warhol Museum and UW Sociology who just murdered Saoirse Kennedy they’ve enforced this reading of their Burstyn scroll. How interesting, I’m told, that I knew King Crimson, was written to by Eugene Sledge and Martha Gellhorn, how cool that Clint Eastwood sent me his autograph, don’t worry that I was poisoned in the mouth. That my father knew Eisenhower at Teachers College, wrote textbooks and was a WW2 Naval Veteran just goes to prove me another one of those dirty liberals.
The British consider the strange case of James MacRyland Crary which has some of their lead quisling-perps like Cyril Wecht, author of Grave Secrets, publically kick crowds of people to open their eyes about, and doing so for years as though they won’t live to see the day people realize what Reagan rubbed in our faces, as though a Masterpiece Theater of war so bold, and unique that they may re-crown King Edward for doing it post-mortem. The evil genius of Hitler’s revenge has the very people who wept at the murder of JFK laughing and giving their finger to the Kennedys over Saoirse. It is the gloat of child rapists with voice synthesizers that can broadcast for Eno and to Beatles all this is Warhol amazement mongering of sadistic and shattering voices into the head of their unique, and singular prisoner. Schizoid man incarnate cudda saved John Lennon. The trick was designed to render resistance futile and cause anyone who entertains awareness to bash themselves witless by full-circle head turns of negating gyrations. Knowing their treachery allows the idea of oneself being blasphemed stupid simply for comprehending and this is uncalled for. They lied to us with a big media prank. They used Pentagon Disney to stage the phony death of Lennon and attempt on Reagan entering the books as real, and we know this because I was there, with their attorneys. One can learn to face this calmly.
Jacqueline Cantor of a prominent Pittsburgh law firm and acquaintance of my former flame Michelle Lubin, associate of Bushkopf, once asked me, “Are you lost?” with ample pregnancy of tone. Lost, we should say, at the Ravensbruck of a myriad junction between netherworlds, giving credence where there is only diagnosis.
Fulminating messages by way of fake media is already the audacious speed of Billboard Top 40. The entire plan is very Star Trek with democratic liberalism cast as the robot who self-destructs over a paradox, yammering, that does not compute, but, to see that, you have to go one step beyond.
Call attention to Melvin Belli’s Star Trek episode with the attempt to rescue the Gummo kids in, And the Children Shall Lead. All ends well until Belli discorporates into a blob monster with double Kirk going, “look at what he really is”. Now that does not compute because they encouraged the rain of AIDS in the name of canceling stigma so instead of resolving the story elegantly, the denouement finds the Gummos backstage jump down hold pee pee again, see. Laurel Canyon was like, “Reagan’s with us! Nyeah, nyeah!”
Boxing the liberals into something they can’t think their way out of because they have covered for it by making thought forbidden, part of the fascist rulebook is that the proceeds go to the gangsters themselves, uploaded as the Green Party by UW Sociology. Aaron Dixon is part of a culture who look lasciviously at other persons’ hard-earned money and then make up reasons for taking it by force. The victim on victim collider is better than an atom smasher for generating lucre.
So what would have happened if Carrie had faced down the Brechers and Wilmas after Rosa Pigblood had dumped her bucket on his head instead of exploding in a reboot of Martin Sheen killer fest abomination of Medicine Man settle-ances and simply called the police? Would there have been an investigation?
The orthodoxy stops at what the media offer as sacred learning and never allow the mind to explore one step beyond where the children are really leading. It results in a sort of notion-sickness that is soundtracked, “WELL, GET OUT THERE’S THE DOOR!”
Reagan’s entire codified seance in media from the Cold War Beach Boys Age is laced with program beepers. That’s what makes it an Easter Egg hunt on Hitler’s birthday. From Wm. Meinhardt, to Gail Raven and Sissy Prettiman, from the signifier RS and pre-engagement rings taken by gangs with a dentpuller, you are told to leave it to Beaver Cleaver and Bibi Wade. Rendering me contemptibly unpopular they wake me with assurances I am hated and going to prison, announcing that Ringo is laughing his ass off from NASA Germany, and mein gott what a humiliation, Penis Gabriel can hardly bear it, but from the point of view of social anthropology it is all very easy to see. Abiri Ali was a Tang caution demarcating by symbol the traffick zoning of a papist hukanymic in child bondage ownership by the bald eagle of Alpana’s seduction in evil hour, the pussyball highjinx of Black Nammies, testifying horrifically to the degree that South Vietnam has become an enemy within. The Little Boy symbolizing the Nuclear Navy was found out as XXX meat looking to resolve the contradiction of the fourth estate by starting a family with an Eastern bride. The traffickers disdain for the immigrant women having nothing to offer but, well, let’s just say other than that not much played out at a university that describes privilege as “sexual access”. Dt. for detective is never DTected in spin control, but one thing is clear, Queen Krymsin is an anglicanization for Satan’s toilet.
