The queerbait didn’t understand they had poisoned it in the head with a neuroplasm and desperately sought answers and the truth mistaking the rabid for righteous he was lured into a moral sex tour, Venus fly trap, for the detonation of the mysterian parochial bombs, igniting seizures as the Shermans intoned, do you feel me?  And the rottweilers gnashed hatefully, we want you to feel it, really really feel it.  But, ah, is the humanist not void of soul?  Ah, what they is there to feel that you must clamber up the family tree and smash the bird’s eggs?  Paying for and sponsoring abortion to bring redemption?

     It is legal in America to know the truth but stating the truth will get you killed.  Kaballah Harris is while clearly the only rational alternative to Donald Trump, still his partner.   As Jill Bohna, neighor of Wecht (JB) once said, well nevermind, it was Joey Biden who needed the Gettysburg statistic, and affirmation of the ahem science behind family cutting off a weak one.  Life will go on in an America seeking to redeem itself from Black hatreds, lorns on Joey Biden.

      In reality, the only thing to love about America rationally is our principles.  This fact drives so many people wild with hatred for me as a person who is poor because molested and refusing to give up my right to profit from my hard work handsomely.  They ravage the carpets in their hatred for America.  After the ordeals of moral sex tour for the Axis porno-slavers, the good kind will emerge stronger than ever, a fascist new global eugenic ark of union will hail The Rolling Stones as if they just killed JFK some more.  America, they will snarl, is about power.

      The church across the street from where my mother remarried to a trained medieval scholar, as he described himself, a ceremony in the church of MisterRogers, a corner that once held two churches, Forbes and Murray, my church, where I loved to hear Michael Row the Boat Ashore sung, was torn down to make way for a public library, which I recognized as a metaphor, apparently sardonic, by greater powers in the city than mine.  

       My moral sensibilities were slow to arise.  When Ben’s gave me a quarter instead of a nickel in change, I told everyone and cried when dad made me take it back.  They eyed me.  Later when the Wattenmakers, Israeli berserkers, were wilding and I ran into the backyard of a man who had a Rolls Royce and garden surrounded by towering hedges, he stopped me and asked me my name, I said John Smith.  He didn’t like me.

        In a sense the situation played out as a tale of three men, Jim Jones, who led his flock to death, Donald Trump who pulled his Bohemian Grove spiritual cleanse for releasing the maga-virus covid in the name of David Cohen, one of the Wattenmakers, and me, the poor kid they poisoned in the mouth and say should die of AIDS in tribute to the HAIR jesus freaks who supposedly avenged John Lennon.

        Even so, when tested by Colucci, Kasperowski, Karl and Gellomini, cutting school, as directed to by  Bernard Wattenmaker, directly, was a great trauma for me.  They battered me and began their feed.  Realizing that they were justifying the AIDS attack in Pittsburgh by this feed of attack prostitutes, I did try to find out what was going on and get warning to police, but they all seemed to know already and didn’t care.  The rabid on the streets knew, too, and starting killing people to warn me not to try and talk to police.

         As I approach my sixtieth birthday, childless because of the Karls insistence they had a right to stalk down my girlfriends and murder my offspring, my heart double beats at night from the poison they used to chemically castrate me and cause diabetes.  It’s a painful arrhythmia that reminds me that our society is cruel.  Obviously, I never should have kissed Elizabeth Blumenfeld as a lad.

       Seattle is a Federal showpiece in museum crime action.  John Shulman, arrested in Pittsburgh, was just the fall guy for an insane operation far larger and indecent. Because I was tortured, my loved one raped, some Kennedys killed when I reported evidence of a murder it is perfectly clear why I have stopped calling police, but despite this self-evident circumstance it is less clear why friends, peers, teachers, family, students, bystanders, readers, politicians I have contacted, that they have never called police to report serial infamy, tag team homicide and other complications of the swami nostra. The reason is that a more important agency has their foot on the neck of the brake saying no. This is Voice of America covert action on campus authorized by the Gruber Gubers.   

       The people who killed Donnie Chin, for one very shocking and sad example, were people he trusted and considered his friends.  Knowing Donnie, I am perfectly sure he sat long hours going over things with them, unsuspectingly. Naturally, today they preach they know what is best for the world.  Seattle is wretched if you have a mind of your own, sinister, and ultimately evil. Finding someone honest among them is impossible. This is clearly why it was so easy to forge a partnership with Pittsburgh.  Perhaps you think I’m wrong and protest this characterization as someone looking for enemies.  I was kidnapped and held hostage as a child.  You cannot imagine or explain away the trauma.  I was prelingual and couldn’t tell anyone what happened.  I was comatonic and couldn’t remember.  I was deeply impacted with a neuroplasm so that I would be plastic to order around, their term institutionally, for what they never bothered to hide was neurohypnosis.  They manufactured an insane misread of a letter and milked it for all it was worth. The attackers have made hordes of money and they aren’t finished they are anticipating ladles of boodle to drool over them like sacred syrup anointing their miscarriage. 

      Who but the criminally insane, would show no mercy, ever, at all, to a man who went through that, was still staring into space decades later in traumacare, but Seattle and Pittsburgh?   As you know from reading my work they ripper murdered several bystanders as well to behoove themselves that a miracle relief could come from surrender to their intelligentsia of intellectual munificence who own you having attended a satellite of their school UW.  Who but the criminally insane in Seattle would gloat that instead of protecting a generation at risk they had sold the idea of weaponizing AIDS to comic book stores?  

        Obviously, I do not believe you can reason with the criminally insane.  Nothing will change them, but one can and should scorn them and attempt to warn the at risk.  The at risk matter to me, and always have.  They mean nothing to them.  They ask why should they?  As a tune it was a little louder coming in covid 19, but the gang and the words to the karaoke are the same.  Instead, I practice a doctrine of disaffected engagement. The mind of the pervert Gabriel is so well known to us by now that media even know when he is brooding over another Aztec murder of a bystander.  I don’t propose to immediately profile the dungeon of British maniacs that Penis Gabriel has made as poisonous as Hitler, but it remains interesting that it leers it will marry you involuntarily into love slavery under the Union Jack.  Because he has money and is an epicurean of elite African arts, the NAACP have long been willing to perform his most sadistic bidding.  Of course it snivels, ravaging defsukke, as its ferocious jaws mangle the carpet.  If you don’t take it seriously enough to fight for it, yammer the Your Honors howling in the detergent of the Federal Building, then you better buy a gun and pray.  One thing for sure about Seattle and Pittsburgh is that their Honor Code makes a really bad movie.

       The right wing in America clearly came to a conviction that the only way they could make themselves look good and clear the tracks for approval of their motives and methods was to dramatically through theater to sponsor a Left wing costume play that is so vicious, shameless, devoid of scruples, filled with bloodthirst and cunning that by some twisted miracle they come to look like the only answer.

       While Michael Moore is making up theories about Trump being sick it should be pointed out that his turgid legion have had a hard-on for poisoning me and he may be doing a cleanse from the guidance of his Bohemian Grove for Swami Nostra to announce more of their ravages.

        Let’s suppose we ignore what these dirtbags did in their acts of conquest.   The decision to viciously maul me in an impacted head wound caused by prior hostage child mutilation was made in part by Lewis Lapham, usually considered friendly to liberalism and thus a signal from the New York party that it was safe to consider Crary such an oddball that nobody would want him.   This freed Lapham to tutter in his womanly way on 911, as well.   

       Lapham’s partnership with John Shulman says a a great deal about how Someplace Special City of Champions went to the dogs, rabid dogs of Liverpool Warhol.

       The only game the rabid knows is to twist its hatefulness.  The rabid will whine that imitation is flattery after blindsiding its prey into deafness going duh duh.   Having created artificial dependency it brays of its supremacy.   We are at war with an evil every bit as overhead and graceless as the communist and fascist empires that Orwell feared and they are the experts at twisted crime:  Foreign England.   Its music deserves only to wither into the rubbish. 

        The rabid scheme that it would use the venom of its neurohypnotic sex poison to plot forgiveness against the trashing of a child by a hired and armed hun, giggling that the Black man found it to be sacred jusitce as an Observation.  Instead of Love cancelling out hatred, as she deigned, the rabid Goto only partnered in evil with another evil and thus became a double evil, so much for her sick and ill fantasy.  Let Blacks giggle and thieve, but call themselves men, never.  All this over a fake one night stand they paid for and sponsored.

         The vermin brayed of Lennon as they poisoned a generation, snickering that evil words were its vampire bloodquench, and the prey a toy of Eno.     

         I was walking in downtown Pittsburgh and a black male in their early 40's what Harvard call a clean swipe  thing to me from behind. It stunned me, angered me and further looked organized. It wasn't as shattering as being violently attacked as a child by armed men from the KKK punishing me for being seen on peace marches or whatever all was involved, but the NAACP have always and relentlessly shouted down, in humiliating ways, that this was anything special or out of the ordinary. One can say with the deepest, deepest human sorrow and fraternity, don't expect sympathy     

         The rabid of goodness do the minced word of chortle, after Covid-19, it lisped, we vill von teach ze sacred vey.

    I appreciate the stand up comedians Harris and Biden, I mean, it answers something I needed to have answered.You are talking about a gang of informed, brilliant adult legal scholars who needed to entrap a traumatized child with hearing loss to illustrate their illustrious loophole as a platform for genocide, and you are defending them   They won’t tax anyone making under 400,000 dollars!!!!!! Hahahahahahaha           

          JFK's 1960 campaign slogan was: A Time for Greatness. I like to think that it came from the title of my favorite book, A Time for Greatness by Herbert Agar, a polemic about America's decision to stop the Axis. If you've ever encountered the Table Talks of the Axis leader you realize that he refuted the grand vision of Western philosophical idealism. His case was for barbarism. For years I have explored the loss of our government's vision from the era of FDR with the loss in my infancy of our young, heroic, knowledgeable, wise, outspoken leader. Slowly, I began to realize that there was probably an underlying Texas Schoolbook that doubles the refrain of refuting our society's premises. Lately, we have become an Axis power only not yet overtly.

Trying to understand has taken work. I was born in 1960 and saw the 60's / 70's as a youngster. I came to understand both the sway held over the young by intoxicants and the backlash. In reading about all this, I learned that JFK was swung through Tacoma in Fall of 1963, Klondike Gold Rush country, where particularly in Dawson City, there were town prostitution rings and the attending violent censorship that surrounds them. The Carousel Club that produced Jack Ruby was part of a nationwide underworld. Some of those dancing girl images seem to almost precursor HAIR and reckless abandon. What if they were part of an argument, I reasoned, from a Texas Schoolbook?

Maturity towards the powerful wave of feelings and issues involved in these heavy times seems to me made a struggle in part because of how toxic the dismissal of maturity in our affairs has become. It is as if we don't want to be adults, as if it isn't enough to build character strong and sure for example against racism, instead we are told to run riot. It is the leaving of our momentous problems to the children that has made Greta Thunberg's outraged voice so resonant. Our philosophical ethics are being erased in the name of things we believe in, as though some inscrutable hoodwinker has framed the discourse.                    

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    The way the rabid sought to pin Chin's death on me convinced me it was Cho gunning for Kennedy putting together a free smack for the KDP.

   The esoteric circle working with Dolly Meieren cleverly took my explanation for the use of the word Sayonara in firefly song as a way to end Saoirse as Shulman would say "with a smile."

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What was done to me was almost an intellectual heritage for the Japs.

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One of my black teachers, full knowing how I had been brutalized for pornographer amuse said to the whole class, "In Africa a man without children may as well be dead."

    College for me was rendered a politics of psychological violence in a climate of hate while I was recovering from trauma.

For your information, rabid animal, Grandmother gave me that thing long after the swiping of the Harpo record and in fact gave me the entire record collection.

    I was too shy to ask for anything, I wasn't Oliver.

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