If saving the earth for Extinction Rebellion, Greta Thunberg, ourselves were as simple as reading this letter, which it probably is, it still would not be read.   I learned something when the Administration in Seattle poisoned me in the mouth which I still hadn’t learned by the way they went about medical erroring me into a state of near total chemical castration.  I learned from this act that the people in authority, in media, show business, education and politics, all of them know that covid was a bomb that had no more to do with China than Oswald did.  They know that Beau Biden was probably murdered to keep Joe Biden out of politics while Trump did what he did for Nancy Pelosi and the other Reagan scum who pulled AIDS.  I learned when Administration put a boil on my lip that savaged my gums that the NAACP were involved in all of it, that they rationalized geriatricide as concern for the youth’s future and power.. The fact of the matter is that we have taken a turn for the criminally insane that we may never pull out of.  The Trumps and gangs like the law firm around Seattle Mariners did it for laughs.  The British, their friends, tricked me with a rhetorical ploy into bragging about being limp with a refrain from their poison brass about the American Flag being “the best one around.’  The British just want one up on ya.  The years I spent studying, listening, believing were the cheapest thing they had to throw away.  They had raped my loved one, killed Saoirse, covered for AIDS from the office of Amnesty International.  They poached through the Gurdjieff Society to use the Ku Klux Klan food fighting lines of supply  as their form of family law.  I testified in this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Um1VUHpQxZg&t=5s  to the facts showing that Trump is reasonably to be considered a suspect, based on all of the above, in the dramatic and deadly car accident that all but wiped out Joe Biden’s Family.  Biden’s not going to side with me for speaking out.  The Kennedys paid with two more of their precious lives simply for commiserating with me over Saoirse.  Kennedy lives don’t matter to a woman like Kabbalah Harris.

      It’s not in her crystal ball at the seance society.

      Despite all that, I do want to show that I resisted the attacks and tried to warn my peers, and because of this, I was subject to special extermination.   The specific social network, the way Stewart O’Nan networked Wes Browning and my sisters from Pittsburgh in Seattle, show the toil and ferociousness of NAACP geriatricidal pornography.   A proud boy type once told me if you try to help Black people they will only turn on you, but it isn’t just the British.   None of us can speak for dignity, to the silent weak.   It just isn’t done.  What is done is poaching and stalking.  That’s why they closed the schools.  They don’t want to fool around about it anymore.

       Robert Downing, messiah of law in the WQED and Ark force of Salk Labor extended society putt-putt golf tuttered two signifiers associated with my father Ryland, Cricklewood (ie. Alvin Lee) and Upper St. Clair, both where he lived.   He throws around that people deserve the death penalty iin family law class.   The style of names that showed up poaching my father’s tombstone were Donohue, Youssou N’dour, Nyguna Kabugi, the last one Ny pronounced J with the hidden puns of gun and bug.  These are the foreign thuggies and parochial savages that Trump jeers are China.  They’re no more China than Oswald was.   Ian Wattenmaker, who used nerve poison on me as a child for Ian MacDonald of King Crimson, called them “treacher tracks.”  His friend Penis Gabirel calls them, “hidden puns.”

       The murderers didn’t poison me in the mouth because I called them licky chops, the word they prefer is affectionate, the lip smackings of their cannibalism.