Photo: Paratex ~ Seattle
Photo: Fastco 1963 ~ Tacoma
When the rabid were finished with me at the CCAC Library, a well-dressed, professional young Black woman came in. She signed a book and almost as a satire of my noticing the fine print of a postcard from the Gabriel trash having a flourish associated with the graphics they peddle, she called my attention to her own E. The horizontal stroke was missing leaving two conjoined equal signs. It is the E you see on the Paratex Exterminator sign entering Seattle Northbound. Although there is a sociology to refusal to defend the victims of the International decisions, some of my time is spent in search of signifiers that embellish the conquest with the fait accompli of semi-lucid reasons. It is better for the public to be more cautious in their denials than they usually are. FAUCI for example would fit a pattern if it signifies Federal Authorities Underwrote Covid Intentionally. Evaluation of the cult obstruction in government that impeded proper conduct regarding the first such abominable pepper virus, a phenomenal occult thinking arose predicting public behavior. Given that many people are more wary about Covid we have all behaved much better than I would have expected, partly because of how it all graces Trump’s terms of language play: Be careful what you wish for, as in the Ecology Movement’s mooning without Federal allies, during the Juggernaut of the Arms Race.
Access in our society has been a slow, but liberal process in which the Kennedys played a very firm and steady role. There have always been a few researchers who have wondered if Kennedy’s disdain and disbelief towards Northwoods sealed the need to remove him in the mind of the military. The Axis probably were just making sure they hated him, but Northwoods may help explain why so many researchers have felt there were strong reasons to suspect some Russian intelligence assisted the transformation of the USA from a country that disdained Northwoods to one that endures Covid 19 stoically. Andropov of the KGB is a good example of someone who might have locked in on Bush and made clear that the powers of linkage, if properly worked between the USA and Russia, could have mutual benefits. The potential of Axis crazies to break through in the US was always the root issue for many researchers into Kennedy. Thick heads do not always arrive at the same ideas of shred headmasters, but the appearance of a potential cataclysm plays well in making sure no one steps too far out of line.
Trump has shown us why we need to investigate whether he worked this mission for International puppetmasters. True the conventional reading of communism, or at least Marxism, is that robber barons are against liberty and reason, as proven by the child labor era. However, what Trump mongered is that we should be careful about wishing for Justice. Even though in this scenario he and his tributaries, including Reagan minions like Clinton, worked the assassination and the new arrangements, he also conceived of the Executive as a rhetorical ploy upon which it is illegal and fatal to wish harm. Dia Douwes, about whom I have written elsewhere, used to tell me, “be careful what you think.” Dia and Tami Simon both made their stink for Starkey about Katz in the narrative of Virginity and the disappearance of Sex Nose, but Simon’s androgyny was Disney Religion from Swarthmore and she ended up with Swami Elder himself, the Dalai Lama.
Surely my memory fails me, but I seem to recall that Trumpytune would have occasion sing the praises of killing journalists. Certainly, in light of Anna Politkovskaya being murdered on his dearly loved disciple Putin’s birthday, something of the personality we see in Pittsburgh where Buncher, whose family dated the ringleader of the Guttersnipes who are named in the Gail Burstyn letters, has an adjunct Galleta, like Gail letters, if you missed that in the sentencing. Liked the fingerprints, the small is crafty element of the gargantuanism in my pap’s tombstone newspaper epitaph Zorro’d with donohue.
Pener Gabriel, a sharklike groupie of Lou Reed, overacheiving his mentor, had a song of which there is no theatrical record called Sunshine in my Stomach which featured a brilliant, blinding light that would open from around his waist and aim around the audience. These people, deep ini their fields like Michael Foucault, understand that once you hear the voice of God behind your own words to someone else, I love you, I will always care for you, where death is the heart of the matter behind the wellspring of life, understand that there is no more power, seductive, primal, nor ultimately reckless drive than protective instinct, and just as the Bolshevik villains saw the aim as justifying the means, the rabid pounced with the same motto on the heels of Lennon’s Houdini, reworded a little precociously from Holland.
Trumpytune knows all this cat and mouse, as wizardly as Donald Merlin, Mer and Ehrlen, even if you donohue they are, which explains the plaque at the Alamo. Sumfin bad happen, yup, Saoirse.
