I never knew the degree to which our sad nation had absolutely fallen to new generation spiritually so confirmed to be the enemy within than Oct. 25, 2019 when I saw Seattle Times newspaper boxes boldly advertising their product with one loud five letter word TRUTH, not veritas which might be read to mean truthfulness or honesty and signify integrity, but the murderous boiling of the trash Soviet word PRAVDA, taken for their legacy as though fornicating a cow in public and calling their heifer the Empress in her new clothes.  It is so sad and awful that it makes it easier, the truth about them, Seattle Times, enemy within.

       As adolescents in gym class, physical education as high school begins calling it, we are instructed that adrenaline gives energy for Fight or Flight.  It leads to a very handicapped understanding because in our culture of readers we are also constantly told about forbidden fruit and the courage of those who risk bringing fire to the innocents, the Prometheus Snowden, breaker of false rules.   Yet the Fuhrer of Germany (now protected by Godwin’s Law) despised intellectuals with such hostility he gladly came right out with what he intended for the weak, long before he had power, only to gloat as they cringed in their books, assuring themselves it wasn’t true.

        You cannot speak truth to The Seattle Times, it is a waste of stamps, because they also recognize that knowledge is flight, learning is fugitive, an exile into study as escape and fear of reality, and TRUTH is their gloat.   They know full well their mission is murder, murder IS their answer, Seattle’s answer, to every mystery of the universe. Perplexed? So, they flinch with an assassin’s shunt, we can murder, they reply, and they do, laughing so what, we just murdered.   That is their whole program, murder, their rainbow, murder, their prestige is a hat they hang on murder, sneering, well done. TRUTH doesn’t mean anything to them, it’s just their rotten, pusillanimous leer.  

        The Seattle Times calls their boxes TRUTH because they think of it as learning.  What have they learned? Exactly what they are preaching, that Hitler was right and they see this abomination as national catharsis of reconciliation.

        The whole 60’s music scene, the wonderland of hallucinogen, drug and sex trafficking from British experience in the Opium Wars, the MK-Ultra, killings at Kent State, whisperings of Tavistock and Laurel Canyon, reality of the Kennedy assassinations, were the kiss of Judas.    In the final accounting Ono’s gang coached the queers to spin her great spider web as they made a Quilt to embrace their Guilt and to gurgle in the kluk of her maledictive majestic formula of celebrity rule, leering of their infinite perversity in falling in love with Gail Burstyn’s book such that they advertise the unbelievable satisfy for the German Green Party donohues as they kill if not by Plague then by Plaque, and we are not supposed to recognize the puncraepft of Penis J. Sinfield, whose cronies lived in the Dakota, too, with Boris Karloff and his laboratory, creaming that they have avenged the High Seat of Victimhood by misinforming the flock of Freddie Mercury, and you wonder where this comes from and whose grand scheme his sacred martyrdom serves?  It is the Ayatollah of Science Fiction writers, William Gibson, barking anti-informant, playing his favorite game of obstruction to understanding.

          All plying the puppets for the agency behind the crime.  Tethering their tongues to King Crimson’s Holy War in which John Lennon is Spiritual Advisor to Godwin’s Protection Services, whose mission is murder for sport.   And you wonder why I call them foreign rabid? If you think Penis J. Sinfield and Robert Fripp did not hurt me too badly you will find out the meaning of hatred, because their entire goal is to squeeze America into impotent rage for the fangs of their foreign, murdering plot.  I am just a writer but I am going to write you into the corner you deserve for letting this happen, for letting Hitler take revenge, for letting that Judas Donald Trump walk all over me and then curse you to hell for laughing that it isn’t true. You weak, dishonest inferior. You should be a lot more scared of yourselves than you say you are of me.

         When you are ready to follow the British lead and call The First Amendment by the tag of Fighting Words, you know where I live.   In the meantime, some issues need to be clarified. The fact that Thos. Cartieri looked so much like a Spike Lee villain is almost certainly evidence that he was.  When he shot Dean Tierno and King Crimson put acknowledgement to D.T. on their record, it was probably because Cyril Wecht and his minions had constructed the crime scene as a parable about all of it.   While Tierno’s friends raged that every knew the cart was too eerie to look away, Thos. scoffed at basketball practice and walked high on the hog to Pener Gabriel’s autograph. The message is that Justice is SO blind it can’t see anything.  Many black people, particularly Jehovah Witnesses, in the East Liberty District knew all about what Rev. Brooks and Gail Burstyn were doing with Jimmy Creary for Russell Biggs. The neuro-fibers aren’t just Nancy Moore (No. More)’s comment about a Joan Crawford “spike” being nailed through her son’s head by Ian Wattenmaker for the Circus of Berserk, they spin through Hypatia Feminist Philosophy and the Society of Military Engineers in Illinois, to the death of a boy named Marad, and of course Clint-on and Cutofsky, showing CMU infinite unto von high over the puny, clinging, Klingon, public education discourse of the pale white thing who presumed over Black Majesty at Temple University in Pittsburgh Higher Educatio.

          Cunt Two Memorial Theater (Kuntu).