Please don’t tire yourself out making heads or tails of my stuff but I’m yielding this public letter to Administration and Authority concerning the remote chance the bedbugs in my residence were impolitely deliberate by, for example, UW Native American “Cause” mayhem. When I returned to the Seattle area, went camping with Sound Mental Health, an organization with close cooperation to Country Doctor Clinic (Green Party/Aaron Dixon ~ an unprovoked race antagonist) the agency poisoned me in such a way that I now have many hospital research teams lurking over the suspicious plaque condition in my gums, ear and jugular vein. Fortunately, I am disabled, and so have health insurance, a fact the experimenters no doubt knew.
After the second visit from Sprague (of three) there are, to be frank, still a few bugs around, even appearing on my new bed this morning. I am consulting Sprague because mother Nancy is providing me an emergency fund that could supplement the landlord budget enough to provide an additional visit, perhaps between the 2nd and 3rd, when I could be home and exchange notes in consultation regarding my cluttered library. My landlady will be on the lookout for an envelope from Pittsburgh addressed to me care of the housing office.
As a scholar of the 60’s I have had furious responses to my alarm in 1984 as a Medical Library Clerk that AIDS was an attack. The University put on a Pro-Test case, essentially a contagion war game. They called it a response but the evidence contradicts them, it was planned. For making record of this, I have suffered a lot of problems.
Further research has found that holocaust symbology has been used in Japanese pornography by the same agency who wrote the script in Pittsburgh claimed as discovery by Trump’s friends in Warhol Museum, who I refuse to legitimize as a Foundation as they so claim. The evidence shows perfectly clearly that the cinema intent was political and that AIDS was meditated as a sex pyre. I am being warned off because the attack was mongered within our society as a great Christianizer; in fact I was cast as the exception that proves the rule. They don’t mean my honesty and seriousness, they mean that my father was a humanist, which The Graham Foundation have declared to be, meaning humanism, quote, “the greatest threat to America since communism.” Not a happy predicament for a misinformed child.
Although my interpreters at school are for classes, occasionally they arrive early while talking is going on and to get loose cover student chatter. I wasn’t paying attention, but one of the students seemed to be going on about a cruise ship he was on where three passengers died and everyone tested for anthrax. On my birthday in 1987 a CIA professor named Stockwell, who is in the internet, stalked me to Allentown and made a note that he knew it was my birthday. In his lecture he banged on about CIA testing in communities where large groups were given the flu, and children would die, but no one ever knew it was deliberate. This man has focused personal attention on me. Further, if Trump is behind it a lot would make sense because my family had a very mysterious Donald in Dallas City, and the name Donaldson runs in my maternal family.
My father was a Naval Lieutenant in the radio room of Bush’s ship making me an exotic curiosity. Everyone with a radio in Japan knew that Ryland out there in that American Navy making everyone laugh despite themselves. Choosing a little boy from the embattled America who used the atom bomb called “Little Boy” made sense in an Axis turnaround syndicate. It would also very specifically follow suit that that UW is selling it as Seattle Socialist brilliants taking the relevance of the individual off the agenda. Ever since the NAACP blew up at Martin Luther King over his anti-war stand we have known that many of their ranks are veteran, superfly, CIA pricks with an axe to grind for whom playacting means nothing but undercover work. That they would go along with something this evil, however, is still a little surprising.
The next paragraph is probably the darkest vignette. Hollywood had a namesake of Charles Bronson in Dealey Plaza making films on 11-22-63. A few of us realize now that the Bronson action film, The Mechanic, glorifying a sniper doing contract kills, was for real. The script says such things as, “was it because of your father?” “I thought he just died.” The film ends with a note tied to an explosion, “End of game, friend, bang you’re dead.”
Fox/Warhol used me as a special casting item in a bizarre operation. The Warhol claim to the script was facilitated by Fox Media who have an agent married into my house, a sound technician in their union. The use of encryption at times was superficial. The Society for Military Engineers in Edwardsville, Illinois, introduced me to the cover girl of Hypatia Feminist Philosophy who landed me a job, and although I wasn’t told this, a black colleague of my mother, who lives in her building and enters my house at will, was friends with the woman paying my checks. The cover girl was named Halhoul. As kids we were wowed by the intelligence that HAL, the computer in 2001, a Kubrick film, referred to IBM H-I / A-B /L-M … Halhoul, coming from Warhol, was a police-ex, meaning I wasn’t the one who knew she was on contract.
Which brings me to the difficult issue of my mental health diagnosis. UW Medicine far rather allowed AIDS to spread than the evidence and testimony it was an attack. As a reporter I posed a serious problem for them, but the Federal Judiciary agreed to terminate my affidavit by brutal reprisal. My return to Pittsburgh and my performance in school postponed this conflict. While it can be hard to believe that the Warhol Museum did this to a Pittsburgh school child and got away with it, the government is useless. In essence they have endorsed the idea that the attackers should be allowed to justify their authorship by claiming they are merely complicit. The fact that I am a nonviolent person and refuse to own firearms has complicated things for UW and Warhol, an issue wildly augmented recently when Clint Eastwood sent me a smoking gun autograph.
The British and Warhol, specifically Brian Eno, who has adopted a stance of using Japanese cruelty for the will of Lennon, and whose close partner Fripp was writing to me for a while, are absolutely thrilled to be ahead of their own footsteps. Eno presents himself, very effectively, in Seattle as the viper of Gay derision. My contribution to this situation is fairly simple and comparatively civilized. ----notice the theme of perpetual irresolution---- It is the phenomenon that proves they are lying. They call what they are doing subscribing when, in reality, it is authorship. This they deny furiously. They claim their actions are valid and warranted, a response operation. They claim they found the evidence. In reality all of the material I have assembled and crimes I have experienced prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that they are lying. Having read the book I know they authored this great tragedy.
What happened with the bedbugs is nothing new. Washington is the state that sabotages recovery. They have always promoted me as deserving this. The idea of sexual regularity is promoted by Harvard Medical Journal as privately healthy. But these are people who say you don’t know the difference between Harvard and God. Cotton Mather’s father, I believe was a President of Harvard, when it comes to criminals putting me under surveillance and the judgments of my police ex’s, well Cotton Comes to Harlem. Being very sophisticated is one of the telltale factors that shows this was planned, despite the shananigan of perpetual irresolution. There’s plenty here in my library they don’t want seen and properly evaluated.