The American Government implicated themselves in the AIDS attack by failure to immediately exonerate me.  They did it in my name and then said I am to blame is what this proves. Instead of going this road they could have taken my position at once that doing this in my name proves only that someone else did it and to start immediately and intensely a project of warning, prevention and prosecution.  They refused. It is now nearly impossible to exonerate the post-Kennedy Axis America the assassins managed to upload and the result will be that I will be blamed all the more. I will try one last time to offer my peers a way out that is not fulfillment of this ruthless plan.

       Standardized education was not created so that the parochial savage could invent a two virgins pussyball war game to process launch of a lethal virus.   Administration has refused to adjust to the information this happened, and set forth to prosecute under criminal law, instead they have allowed the attackers to plead, without review, a pecuniary interest and propertizing motive in so-called research into their own misconduct a form of secret estate bragging and confiscation of evidence for cut and paste fictionalization [T. Simon].   

       Sororities certainly have always had Trump styles of exclusion.  I have existed in a state of peer rejection most of my life involuntarily and without misconduct, planned before my birth, which was as hoped the creation of an enviable child.   Nothing less would do as a stand-in for British Royalty, given a studio name from Disneyland MacRyland. Distinguished in the adult form of James MacRyland Crary, contemptible as the child tag Jimmy Creary.  Manipulating on-off trophy sex and nagging spite, they reduced a golem impacted with nerve agents and comatonic with ick-ick, cooing, cajolery and I don’t know if I want that anymores to desired effect of confusion, pliable reputation and easily scorned tears.

        Registered:  Reject. Folk reject.

        For thirty years I have been in isolation, told that I am not allowed to be romantically involved because it drives Yoko Ono into insane acts of carpet-chewing violence over questioning her warlord.  This is the direction of the Two Virgins pussyball war game, and the fraudulent alibi about Mt. Desert Island.