You may have noticed that things have become a little bit strange, not to say in the world, the United States (both very big) but in your own town.  Not speaking of something does not mean that it isn’t well understood, instead it can mean those who understand would prefer not to let things get around, whatever their explanation might be if challenged.  Often this has something to do with morale, being cagey as mature and a way of not bringing people down with heavy emotions.  When authorities are involved one just wants to feel spoken for and not cheated, so morale can be something of a twister, meaning things go badly one day and then better the next, as far as personal sentiments might go.

       In 1943, a Special Armed Forces Edition of A Time For Greatness was printed and issued.  Written by Herbert Agar, it had long been my favorite book when I made that pleasant surprise.  I also learned after reading it and sharing it many times that the title was the slogan of JFK in 1960.  I was born that year to a veteran.  My father knew Eisenhower at Teachers College.  He Chaired at Pitt and wrote textbooks.  I went deaf at a young age.

        Since I grew up in an educated family, my grandfather was copy-editor at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, I have usually felt comfortable with political issues and occasionally offer my view of what may be an answer to a problem being solved.  Times have changed, but this doesn’t mean that the difference between right and wrong can be said to have changed, yet the struggle to argue what these words mean has become crowded with persuasive ideas that don’t all measure up.  I will be careful here and say I want to discuss with you what I think has happened and why I think it’s a good idea to think clearly about all of this.

          A modern basis of comparison you might like comes to mind.  Greta Thunberg, a fashionable leader of Climate Change missions in the news said when she was a child that she focused on Climate Change because she couldn’t see how if what she read was true that anyone could be talking about anything else.  In the 60’s, when I was small, a colleague of my father pulled me aside on our front porch and said to me with gravity, the biggest problem we face is overpopulation.  Like Greta, I had an issue on my mind from that talk that made me uncomfortable.  I lived, this was hard on me as a child, in a Jewish Holocaust Survivor Community called Squirrel Hill.  My family was the sort President Truman had in mind when he spoke plainly after the war about a return to normalcy.  That was a long while ago.  We were driving a Studebaker Lark.

         Relationships between the black community and white community have solidified into a new form of conversation in colleges, some of which is what we mean by Critical Race Theory but since I have not technically studied CRT I am not in a position to comment.  I was in Civil Rights marches, wrote articles against apartheid, and took about seven black and African studies courses in college with A’s in every class, after a deaf girl taught me sign language.  I was in the Honors Department when I graduated.  The Administration, in secret, was buttering me up for a contract hit they planned and wanted me to accept it as a noble tribute to African warriors!  Warriors!

          To understand the situation as it now exists you have to be clear that my deafness was deemed inadmissible in assessment of my place as a minority.  You might think that’s wrong or impossible.  The college system as a branch of the Administrative government deliberately and violently injured me claiming it was necessary as a token sacrifice to keep the peace.  They stand by that verdict.  It is exactly from this direction that I witnessed covid19 land as a final solution.  For the perpetrators it still isn’t solved because I am not fatally wounded.  This therefore means that a system of logic was in place and identified by race warriors as part of a plan to release covid19, a plan called equity and meant as a solution to overpopulation.

       The fact is that the argument made by the equity scythe was clear and present enough that my blog about it http://storychecksout.org predates the covid19 mission by several years, allowing a reader to suffer through the evidence of how this was developed.  The politicians in the City of Seattle covered for this by saying I am paying dues.  Gen. Patton said the goal of the Armed Forces was for the enemy to die in the line of duty, not us.  I don’t like war so I’ll shift the narrative just a bit to allow the same idea be studied.  In Star Trek there’s an episode with two Kirks.  If Seattle were in charge the only way the real Kirk could prove he wasn’t the criminal imposter would be to die.  My film studies continue to show that Hollywood and the CIA, which today is Pentagon Disney, helped Hitler escape and killed JFK.  It’s simple.

         What you are dealing with here, right now, is a deaf man who has been brutally, brutally tortured.  My father’s voice as a radio room lieutenant was heard by the Japanese.  I was followed.  I was made deaf as a clamor about the deafening blast at Hiroshima which was bombed by Truman in part because of what we had learned about the enemy’s doings at Auschwitz and other gas chamber concentration camps.  We were not in a good mood.  The complications we face with the Equity Scythe in part are a result of not understanding how a cartel of blacks, Native Americans and Jews could team up with Warhol, Yoko Ono and Trump in such a blockbuster heavyweight crime as covid19.  Black people may be less likely to shrug at genocide towards others than Jews and Native Americans, but that gave greater cover to those of them that do.  Targeting me was as serious as 911, because of the symbolism.  The universities have also violated my right to being a self-made man.

        For those who helped all this, like Moonunit Zappa and John Shulman, who was recently arrested on 8 million dollar larceny charges for secretly looting a museum, over long punishing decades, a foundation who trusted him or possibly facilitated him, this show has been Broadway the Easy Way, meaning at the expense of someone else.  Covid19 is just one in a long line of their so-called strawberry poisons.

        I am dealing with the criminally insane and plead with you for prompt and meaningful humanitarian intervention.   Ask though I have, help never comes, but what help I may be able to be is an item of interest in dealing with the Murder Emporium that loutishly queues for triggers, tuning their hate.  Show Time for HitlerReagan was always used by Pentagon Disney and his friend Errol Flynn’s familiar, for a Houdini.  With the weasel Fripp on board they mongered Ouspensky, acting out for example under Clinton the taming of a shrewish horse while they had me screaming in seizures to Don Timmerman, a Sheen dacoit (don’t, I’m her man).  The fact that Don T. was in Catholic Worker speaks volumes about the two-sided squeeze by the Green Party in Seattle.  Instead of a united opposition, they trivialize meaning by running a station of control tower dialogue machines where they own the script whatever anyone says.  This is a morale twister, too.  They just friendly fire, at auction, whoevers grudge comes into focus.  They call it clearing the air.  It’s a form of surgery by the salad bar.  The drama phenomenology goes back to Falk Medical in 1984 when the rodeo brokers staged on a hill just in sight a poor, hostile black kid setting upon a well dressed black kid, snatching his schoolbooks and fighting at him in the celebrated way of Pittsburgh brawlers, a tough worthy of  getting some from the kid acting white.  This was staged to ponder and draw a useful prose fable.

       So it stands to reason that the fable was put into play by thinking man’s routines.  To make a stage-managed theory of conflict manageable they had to kill people, break a few eggs as old school revolutionaries used to say, so they would contract on targets to promote and steer a thinking man’s journey.  When Davey Jones was around with Jocelyn from Duquesne, a Trump speechwriter close with Shulman’s partner, play acted Abdul the Terrorist on KDKA radio, but perhaps more importantly, back in the Lockerjee plane times, he mocked prurient interest in The Challenger, blew it up real good, uhn huhn, blew it up real good uhn, huhn, he wrote.

         This, by the way, is the same gang, that City of Seattle allowed to ferociously poison me in the mouth, who mock me as a member of their judgment party demanding the right to murder me by what Administration brazenly ruled was an Equity Program in Hospital Violence.  Blacks claim it has been done to them:  THEREFORE!~~~~~!!!!! It is only RIGHT that it be done to the deaf white suck.  They made him cry real good uhn huhn.  They made him cry real good uhn huhn.  

         No one ever believe me that John Shulman’s bookstore was being dishonest or puzzles over the legitimacy of those who released these weapons in the first place to put on their show, they are too busy moralizing how right minded it is to poach and kill innocent people while making the world safe for Hollywood.