I like when people get carried away with this public figure Greta Thunberg because she’s important.  She’s a caregiver for people like me whose hopes have been targeted to give sadistic relief to those who don’t believe in environmentalism.  I was very relieved when she spoke up for affirmative vaccination, seniors first, because I noticed that she was too young to realize the side effects of overly crediting the world’s scientific community and failed to recognize that Covid-19 has more to do with what Derek Parfit had to say in The Repugnant Conclusion than what Greta has to say about Yemen.   She’s the third of a perfect pair when it comes to the scheming of Biden and Trump, the odd man out, played by her sincerity.  It’s hard to be wary of the company you keep in large village matters.

        Greta Thunberg fights the good fight, whereas I am a creep fighting the bad fight.  It was put to me so.  If I were enabled to speak right up for her I would state forcefully and publicly to Jay Inslee, “It may not be my precinct, Governor, I have a lot on my mind, but your territory has been accused, rightly, of the most sinister mass murder since Adolf Hitler. Let’s not make matters harder on yourselves.”

        The attackers, Ms. Thunberg, do not have a message, they merely use messages.  Trump is a case in point.  His namesake Donald Finnegan who terrorized me in the lead up to a Manson ordeal used to scribe on the desks, “I’m great!”  The assassin guild, starring Wattenmaker, were enamored of Attenborough.  My double take on your activism was that you belong in reform school.   

      Not everyone thinks music is the emerald path from Disneyland to heaven.  Some see it as the devil’s light.  The instigation of mouth poison, weird brands on my arm, and the general breakdown of tissue from various medical experiments they flatter themselves to be the inflictions announced by the luminaries of karma amount to an advertisement that these psychos are playing whatever they can get away with.  I’m a clean person, but they handed down a different picture with excessive prose in at St. Joe’s, just as lavishly as Navos proceeded to **** on the tables like Pitman and the Quarrymen.

       The taunt is one I heard before from Rosa, we’ll dispatch you, then plant a tree for you.  That’s the sad mindset of a party that thought it all through and left you the script for your struggle.  I don’t admire them.  They figure, you can’t stop us, but we sort of have a notion.  If I can, I will certainly arrest this government by legal means.