There’s an old saying that stateways can’t change folkways.  It was time-honored for bigots but welcome when they passed the torch to a new generation of grudge warriors.  I will argue that everyone knows Covid-19 was done deliberately.  They just aren’t saying so because they see it as a folkway and want to continue selling the processes whereby they also unleashed A---.

      The record shows that for a long time I followed the hype that demanded I answer to Ringo’s murder by poison crime fetish.  I explained what really happened and vied with the idea that he had used John Shulman to pinch from my house and follow the logic of found art laid down by Fripp’s exposure tour when I hitchhiked from Pgh. to StL. which Ringo grudged as a chance to save John Lennon, if only and so on but something went wrong when he announced LENNON POISONED YOU IN DUH MOUFF just before Covid as an illustration that their view that the human rights of the masses eats shit.  The reason this proves the attackers exist is that they authored a demand for entertainment by psychology of an Alamo and all that white plaque pouring from my mouth was synchronized to Trump’s trip to an Alamo plaque at the end of his term, like Reagan to Bitberg-Belsen.

         The problem wasn’t that I didn’t already know there was trickery at work but that the scam being used could monger itself as the will of the masses despite having their destruction in mind.  Claiming oh those bully, dying kids just love their rock stars, they’re selling their own assassins to kill our grannies and the special effect is how the Beatles feel about Jimmy Creary.  Even now one of the attackers came at me sneering, “how did that googlebitch of yours die?”  You see, the porno merchants turned on their wonders and want to pass the buck to the consumer. The idea that the whole thing was pre-recorded is obvious from the record and the legacy of Lennon is as a plotter.  It’s part of the social science, science, behind 911.  United we fell so that together we might rise.  

          Problem is we aren’t the ones that did it but we’re still the targets on poacher’s row.

         My father, Dr. Ryland Wesley Crary, retired senior faculty, former Chair Department of Philosophy of Education, emeritus Bethany College, schoolbus driver, was also a Peace Corps leader, human rights author and Naval Lieutenant on the CVL-30.  To give you an idea of how distinguished this combat service is, Geo. Bush, Sr. also served on the CVL-30.  Father was acquainted with Eisenhower at Teachers College after the war and authored a book while there on peacetime uses of atomic energy under the direction of the Atoms for Peace concept.  It is unbecoming of our social institutions to ignore and allow new types of militant factions to target families of the victory at sea for revenge on the grounds of hostility about Hiroshima.  Operating through Warhol, Yoko Ono so targeted me.  My name is James MacRyland Crary.  I am deaf from child molestation, when an acid was burned into my facial nerve by the agents of Warhol in Pittsburgh who have held me in a form of feudal custody for criminal depredations ever since, marking me as race token to justify themselves, confiscating my art without compensation as priceless.  They did this openly, socially, identifying themselves, but not by legal means.  

         My grandfather and grandmother on my mother’s side, herself a retired school teacher from Topeka, also enjoyed considerable standing.  They were Distinguished Citizens of Poplar Bluff, Mo by vote of City Council.  Grandfather had a long career in newspapers, retiring at length, to great celebration among the staff whose party pictures and signatures are priceless heirlooms, from St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

         Born Oct. 20, 1960 to a family crest in the United States of America since pilgrimage to Plymouth Meeting, veteran of countless wars, productive in every industry, I was a starry-eyed, thoroughly trusting child who held that the story of Hitler’s defeat proved the sound condition of our society.  Even when things began to go wrong this was my inner conviction.  I was slow to face up to how wrong and organized what happened to me is, and believed overlong that random street crime had befallen me.  I am dealing with the criminally insane, an insider syndicate committing holocaustal acts.