I have often mused without progress on what Reagan said after Ralph Abernathy went soft and endorsed him.  Meeting with Martin Luther King’s right hand man  he said, “It’s been too long, Reverend.”   What began as a benign gesture, James Farmer joining Richard Nixon’s White House, evolved quickly into the uglier pact of Colin Powell under Reagan while that slimy Robert Fripp assured him through 60 Minutes during Iran Contra that Foucault’s plotting was safe in the hands of Trump loyalists Warhol, Carbonell and Eno.  We see the world plan outline in the films of Vicky Funari and Beat Kitano, as well as in how Mz. Goto’s chum Ichiro lured me to Seattle asking only that Naval Command accept a token sacrifice.

          The Military Sociology of Harvard Crimson always bangs on with the same droll theme.   My having gone to the Governors School after a term in Letsche/Breasher does not relegate to the NAACP the right to forge an interpretation that I must follow.   Heaped in heavocisity they want to wow the psychopathic extremes, as Cornell West obviously wows Larry Flynt, whose secrets of the heart are off-limits but not so his virulent alliance with the Outer Limits.  Together they announce surrender to the AXIS a sweetheart deal.

       For decades those who knew about Climate Change coming evaded Public Education   For them PE stood for Pierre Elliott who by all reports accomplished nothing with Geo. Gurdiev as an Idiot in Paris under Hitler, only to be part of the struggle in which the coward Fripp announced, as usual, the very opposite of the truth, an Ice Age was coming.

           Ono had the gall to send me a membership card to Amnesty International after the attackers put a real bat shit in my mouth.   How does Flynt so carefully matched with Ono explain their tribute relationship with the Death Before Dishonor crowd?  They do it by teaming up with the Catholic fetish doctor delectations over wounds of the flesh in an alliance that created a pornography panopticon for pussyball warriors to monitor prey with the help of stalkers at the Postal Union.   It’s a variation on their old theme of King’s Heavenly Estate, and himmelsweg, the ramp to the gas chamber.  Their agents made good and sure I knew who Maximiile Kolbe was and that Vince Eirene knew Martin Sheen.   

         Jimmy Crreary’s stupidity and superficiality as the man who daren’t say no symbolized something, but for who?  For Russia with Love?     The attackers positioned Veronica ake in publicity photos in front of the Japanese Flag in the 40’s, and maneuvered to reveal the Sermon on the Magic Mountain with King Edward’s sonata, “Now You See It (Now You Don’t)” in This Gun for Hire.   Their serial abuse follows a revealing pattern, give us that awful sacrifice you deaf white suck or our sacred WARRIORS!  WARRIORS!  With Swami Nostra your mouff with their Zukelear threat!  Kowtow to TWO, kowtow.