The violence of the bumper stickers in the mind of Frank Herbert, a nut from The State of Washington, is very grave.  He wrote, “what do you fear by this you are truly known.” Although you can make a case that in a well-balanced democracy airing concerns that are deep and difficult can give rise to better judgment and healthy information, most people quietly disarm their own phobias and don’t need exotic mentalities trying to abuse them by terror while calling it purification.   University of Washington and City of Seattle have a sociology program that is built on a foundation of a claim to pseudo-archeological found art from Warhol’s Pittsburgh, easily shown to have been a script they wrote and pretended to discovery and this sociology in fact needs to be disarmed, as intransigent as it has been shown to information. They erected their mask of learning as a metaphor for chronic disease where nothing works.  You cannot convince us, they lisp, go cry. Ultimately, the alignment between Seattle socialists and Trump is far easier to see in light of their mindset. They enjoy the screams that present a mirror for their egos and cannot bear to be upstaged. Shadows and riddles behoove them.

        Which isn’t to say that because disturbing tendencies all make perfect sense that they are clearly identified and possible to accuse, by their nicknames, of certain guilt.   In their war game, the best you can do is dare to describe the text of the information in the context of the many dead they have advertised themselves with by littering the grounds.   Involving at least one coroner and another member of the Post Office Union, they are willing and able to set execution of bystanders up and kill by affliction that appears natural cause.   Not a very pleasant playfulness. In a German essay about film, Adorno and Max Horkhiemer wrote, “The whole world is made to pass through the filter of the culture industry.” This describes UW Sociology who themselves avoid identification of their actual role as pirates from Pentagon Disney, Hollywood be Thy Name.   

       It looks to me like the stabbing of young miss Barnard in New York is another taste of Adrian Belew’s blood-drenched ideology.   It testifies to a stakeout by the Green Party machine illustrated in this online retort provided by a this Bud’s for you type of the nomenclatura online that reads in complaint against defender of Thunberg from Trump, who he harassed, that she is sixteen and would be tried as an adult if she committed a crime.  The perps stepped up to declare they are 13 and 14, the tap line of count in King Crimson’s piece D.T. (Devil’s Triangle). The combination testifies to a doctrine from British Labor and the Police Union that Reagan’s will about Lennon must be obeyed. Due Process entirely aside, they accuse the Jimmy Queerbait of cudda unnerstood something but was doing things against the law.  This, they then jibber, means that the black members of the cult behind the crime get to slay a hostage. Contesting the point about Juvenile Delinquency is answered that I deserve it because I am the white! THE WHITE! The frequencies of shrieking that even identifying this cult have caused would make a lackluster imitator band of Frippertronics grin like no tomorrow.

      The Penguins, Central Catholic and British Army have taken the United States of America on a ride to the war game at the end of the world:  Two Virgins Pussyball. The oral poison crime at Sound Mental Health by the Country Doctor Injun Daisy Men shows that they have in their arsenal, with no compunction, poison crime.   The stabber image of Dia Galas outside the World Trade Center make clear that the call by her namesake on 12/8/1980 to me at Temple is not innocent, that these riff-raff worked with the AIDS attackers masquerading as representing the victims in their loveslavery to Lennon.  Ono has all sorts of murderers vying to do favors for her in the matter. There are a lot of ways to go after public understanding but Seattle are determined to violate the public trust in a black out promoting the power of the sadists responsible. That is a little more difficult to circumscribe, but one dour library attendant at Seattle Public Library back in the days of the heart poison crime when asked about hatred as a last resort of non-violence scowled at me with a knowing look, go ahead and hate us queerbait, and sneered, “sounds like psychology.”   Meaning: sounds like pleading for your life with Judge Lynch. One of the teachers in Pittsburgh involved in this captioned a special publication for his class titled: My God is Stronger Than Your God and I Will Kill You to Prove It.   

       It’s a mistake to believe these ripper hatters are using conscious irony.   Many years ago, when I interviewed Penis Gabriel I characterized his celebration of vivisection:  Shock the Monkey as conscious irony. Not only was I wrong, he is a depraved and deranged sadist, I wasn’t returned the favor when about me this was obviously true.   Tim Menees was sent alexytemic images of their hireling Kasper twisting his arms around my head, “I’ll squeeze your nose so hard your head will pop off,” while the NAACP were enjoying extrusion tapes of the smut-addled child hostage I was taken into.   Ralph and Shawn are the names of both the teams of father and son who worked on me with the Two Virgins plan of the script by arrangement with Rosa and Aaron. One of that team locked me out of a church as a child crying from death threats and beatings at the hands of a wolfpack.

         Seattle Left are partners with the extreme derision of the Catholic right wing in Pittsburgh.   Greg Karl said, “Jimmy is going to perform for us,” with the greatest derision, and the NAACP have kept to that plan.   Police, usually resort to vote of confidence, work slowdown, work speedup and work stoppage to get their way. The targeting of a white to amuse blacks is a little unusual but the ultimate goal, obedience to criminal authority, couldn’t be louder.   

         It is clear that there are bets under the table and money involved.   There always have been. These burglars in the night are anything but Robin Hood.   Adrian Belew and Yoko Ono are not, factually, demanding of themselves service and death to Seattle’s afflicted, even though responsibility for the script ties to them, not me.   Britain made a point of putting someone named Gail in charge of Extinction Rebellion. Rights in America amount to a Union deal.    

       Due Process aside, and the inability to admit information and evidence, contrary indications, the plot of the NAACP amounts to a justification for Paraquat.   You caught a nerve agent in LSD, so what you whinely little white. Not only does that allow them to call flinches from neuroplasia lie detection but they use it like the Tweetie Bird hung from the ceiling and slashed with razors in Boulder, Colorado at a bathroom of one of their LSD merchants from Pitt, MacKenzie’s, funhouse.   Proctor, basically sees that Tweetie bird as the white man’s myth of Abraham Lincoln. An abiding hatred for America comes from Germany, Yoko Ono, Aung San Andrew and many others. It’s clear the gangsters in Pener Gabriel’s Real Worlds see murder victims as subordinate to a cultural idea of their shylock Ark of Kolorz.