My name is James MacRyland Crary.  I was born October 20th, 1960 in the City of Pittsburgh.  Lately, I have heard with regularity that I have lived an interesting life.  It is the sort of summation you would expect from a culture dominated and destroyed by Hollywood Jacobins.

         Even as the acid of Covid-19 eats away at all you have built and climate change moves like an angry predator on your children’s dreams you can feel the wall of the mind erected in your own psychology.

        Probably you don’t understand the term Hollywood Jacobin and indeed it is my responsibility to define it so that you can accept what else I have to say.  From a Turkish prison, Abdullah Ocalan, Kurdish Workers’ Party leader writes, “Russian nationalism … had … Jacobin roots, as did German nationalism and its most extreme form, Nazism.  The Jacobin roots of Italian fascism are even clearer.”  Characterized by personality cults and authoritarian methods in the modern era Jacobinism is on display with mindless industrial power.  Small surprise that the new aristocracy of dialectical university-ism sports a book, “The Black Jacobins.”  However, in the news Critical Race Theory may be, the truth of it is historic analysis swept under the rug.  Black Jacobinism and Critical Race Theory had their primary purpose in the untelevised revolution of the AIDS assault.  James Baldwin once said, “when the white man is in trouble, serious trouble, he turns to the black man for help.”  When Obama is in trouble he turns to Greta Thunberg.

          Universities are just one of the dominant apparatuses in our cold and thankless society.  In the Nativist seeking of place, between girls citing their German ancestry and newcomers crying out against cultural genocide, Americans turn to the military for pride of place and as this crowds out the ordinary citizen, a tendency towards an aggrandizing assumption of martial trends and banished rights is obvious.  

           It’s hard to know who or what doused my Lifeline internet connection to my iphone but looking into it has been informative enough I’m satisfied it’s a valuable inconvenience.  Testimony worth submitting can sometimes be difficult because life is complicated and I’m juggling priorities here because while valuable to this letter’s surmise and facts, the immediate reality is that while useful and necessary what I learned is not the most important information I have for sale.  Our civilization suddenly sickened and how it envelopes me is a spearhead of public witness and public execution.

          Just as Wuhan erupted into covid, the military school to which I was lured (who had already established their hand on Mt. Desert Island and poisoned me in the mouth) settled in for a Tea Club with girls in their 20’s from China so gifted in English and well-trained in Chinese history that when I shared some obscure particulars about the Qing Dynasty and the Opium Wars they not only could identify the Generals and their roles by name but they rolled their eyes in boredom.  The mouth poison was probably bat feces, too.  The very thing that Fox Media claimed Wuhan Flu emerges from.  Suspicious though it was, the organized nature signified the loyalty of the whole lyceum.

           Not long ago, back East, the entire arsenal of American law surrounded me, Pinkertons hired by the Pittsburgh Penguins, spy cam installed by NASA, body heat surveillance, rapid eye movement specialists, mail detectives, and union pickpockets, the whole schmear.  Further, a showcase of lookalikes flocked: all during the deflowering of Midori Goto supposedly conjured by Lennon rage, but the message was a little more off-color.  The idea was to so incrementally attach a challenge to every movement made, every penny spent as to be beyond grueling, a separate reality of siege akin to the long trauma of a black and white Japanese film called Sansho the Bailiff and the message about liberals was the same.  Liberal weaklings will sell their daughters to the reaper.  The attackers here grimaced with glee when the very Kennedys agreed to falsify the death certificate of Saoirse after UW gringos prior announced the image of taking her as a souvenir.

           This is a good letter not because the raw details are so overpowering and real but because the sideshow is put into engagement rationally enough for the reader to realize that the only way to stop this mayhem is to admit it is happening.  However, as long ago as I complained about the Mancine evidence for Manson snuff films from Warhol, the fact that our life preserves are being punctured by Trump double agents in Congress named Sinema and Manchin show that not only are the delegates aware of this recreational homicide guild but see fit to make it a callous jest.

            In Philadelphia, in 1981, I met a young black man who called himself Mishima.  Inquisitive and talented, he followed me home, gave me some street wise thoughts about his muslim calling and did a sharp imitation of what he said was a white imitating a black.  My father used to imitate Hitler sarcastically to stir up the crew at sea.  Trump is like a man imitating my father imitating Hitler in order to disparage the presumption, too.  McCartney is so sick with hatred, scam and violence that his gang now come into chat online calling themselves things like Supervillain.  Facing us with this reversal on impersonation, his missionary and ripper hatter Gabriel gurgles, “Judge not lest you be judged.”  

         Many years ago when the Palace attorney Amanda Harcourt drawled to me in high parchment all pregnant-like, “the whole is greater than the sum of its parts”, (this was 1984, AIDS-wise in evil hour and sent while I worked at Falk Medical Library as an FEMA installation), what she meant was her boss’ taste in real estate precluded amenities for the public.  It was our first dose of what they’ve had in store.   Nobody knows better than Jews how people pretend nothing’s wrong and I was surrounded by Jews.  Even earlier after staying at the Wattenmakers, powerful psychiatrists working with Britain, I had a sleepy headed pre-teen audiation, “just give us one sacrifice, give us one small child,” and wondered where it came from, whether someone meant it for me.

          Far from “bearing any burden” as JFK hoped, we don't even have a media capable of assessing reality or the courage to report the truth faithfully. Instead we have wizard war and cunning on high.   Some countries put a pretty high premium on their subjects’ willingness to obey immoral orders.  Starts to look like we take our cue from them.  Tragically, and infinitely Orwellian, the amoral agenda calls itself the rage of the virtuous.

         Expressing what Seattle is doing, no thanks to Pittsburgh, is a bit like painting Guernica;  you have to have the courage to write about the perceptible and form rational judgments about what this material says.  They are overdubbing wartime Germany over our cultural horizons so brutally that we need to start unfriending Europe because we’d be far better off being conquered by Mexico.  The race agenda isn’t what Columbia University seems to actually believe.  I have nothing against helping Africa but if it comes at the cost of destruction in America it isn’t going to rescue anyone.  To  understand this situation requires a few good illustrations by way of example, all of which turn by shrewd roundabout to the discovery I was led to about my iphone as surely as the implacable script planted on my home by that mysterious thing in Pittsburgh known as the historical black-Jewish alliance.

            Notorious museum thief John Shulman and Pentagon-Disney actress for Oliver Stone Ming Na Wen had partnership with Flynn Construction manager Tom O’Connor of Tandy Computers in common, a rich, secret cement hole lackey of Donald Trump.  One day Pitt football and the Pittsburgh Steelers staged an ordeal a little less jarring than the reckless driving incident at Kelly School which proved so deadly.  A black man lay down in front of the Chancellor’s office seemingly prone and O’Connor whizzed by crowing, “It’s only a n-his favorite word.”  The object was to show me lifeless in my fuming.  In other words Trump’s battalion made up of powerful Pittsburgh sociopaths were aware that I had been detected by the community who wondered what was going on and wanted to discredit me so they used a race wedge.  This happens all the time with Hollywood Jacobins.  During his blackout about Mt. Desert Island, nobody did more to promote Trump than Spike ole Lee in Do the Right Thing.  They work together.  Race is an element for decoy in their mind blender, a dialogue generator playing both sides for pulp, currency and domination.

            Allusions were made to me, after King Crimson lured me to their West Virginia lair, in the films Dead Poets Society and Brother from Another Planet who use the image of East End’s Israeli mercenary Saul Brecher for Spike ole Lee, a Director of the Cartieri section of scary Italians that recurs in the BBQ a few blocks from here that doubles as government of the iphone I learned when I went to the address.  The BBQ out front is a huge contributor to smoke in our region and inside are the insiders who monitor home computers, assign sexual access (any score of which becomes exhibit for their Smithsonian dirt) and have pictures, you guessed it, of Spike ole Lee on the wall.  It is the control bed of nails for the rage of the virtuously corrupt.

             They call it a carrier service.