Police and doctors have privately admitted deep sadness over the condition of my heart since politics allowed me to be poisoned.   America should have carefully watched the Holocaust survivors who came here, rather than encouraging their talk of revenge. Among those the deranged mission of the Klondike Texas Storybook has turned into poachers is the NAACP.  It’s pointless to argue the point. Just as pointless is to cry over the terrible additional heart poison that the endless silence that pours like water from a swollen ocean over the breakers in a tsunami that is deranged, scary, and devastating: a silence towards me.  It’s too hard to believe to cry, shout or go into. I’m surrounded by walls of evil. I have to carry on somehow.    

       Sound Mental Health, a monstrous syndicate, advertises their secret agenda with the plank:  Our Gamer Son Wasted Your Honors Pupil.  That’s what it has always been, all the way back in the 80’s when Pitt laughed at me while crowing about the Nature of Reality.  When Howard Dobrushin of Pittsburgh Deaf Services was faced, rape of deaf Jeannie and all, with the evidence that children of Holocaust Survivors had done and were doing something truly sick to me, he said, “I don’t know if it’s true, but just out of fear concerning the possibility it is I think I will get you out of that facility and into ours which is for the deaf.”  Dobrushin’s verdict is just as called for here in the Pacific Northwest, as well as the evidence concerning my family and so-called friends.

       I am a deaf pupil of Prof. Mburu, a black mathematician at Tacoma Community College facing a difficult class needed to complete my education and graduate.  Black allegations service this crime victimizing me but are not made in print instead by peer innuendo. It takes on the peculiar air of a sinister attitude towards me, angling towards the idea of deriding me as though I am attempting to escape responsibilities due to the black community.

       In the long history of this trajectory I have never been able to identify any concrete sincerity on the part of my accusers.  For example, without being required, I took, and got A’s in, African American History I and II, Black Psychology, Regional Pittsburgh History of the Civil Rights Movement, Ethnics 303 (writing an Independent Study paper of 35 pages on Paul Robeson with an African American History mentor), African Art and Philosophy as well as other minority studies, that included a 50 page Honors Contract advocating by research argument for leniency towards Immigrants and Refugees.  For all of that, I do not want to be literally mutilated.

       The justification for mutilating me comes from African seance masters.  I understand it is a heavy, deep, remorseful cult of reflection and resistance.   However, I fail to see how you can accuse someone of abandonment when you actively sponsor a homicidal intent towards the object in question.   I’m abandoning you by living on? Is that what I am to understand from this?

       The case register speaks for itself.   When I wrote editorials against Apartheid during that struggle, the Gazette in Pittsburgh embellished them with mis-spells indicating they were in alliance and being seconded by the NAACP when I was lured to Mt. Desert Island by pimps in a war game I used to call Semester-at-Sex.  I had to find out what was going on, whether some of it gave me pleasure or not. Mathematicians love to pounce on errors and mark the grade down. This travesty, that was illegal and never should have been allowed, has been violently reigned over by Follow-Up Study attaches of the crime ring in question.  I understand that it is all extra-cerebral and resistance-conceived, but fair review shows not only criminal intent, but evasion of the facts that exist behind the operation. Ironically enough, it was with Chinese partners that this bill of sale for museum souvenirs went up.

       Ironic, because, for example, I was slighted at school for attending the only Club where I am welcome of Chinese students with the tack that makes it out as though it shows the white man trying to escape responsibility to black peers.  Where are these black peers who want my company? They don’t exist I assure you. I lived through the Civil Rights Movement. I have been given opportunities to lecture on that topic by my old school, but what the NAACP really wants from me isn’t my experience and feeling.  Prof. Sundiata said of my work, “Your admiration for Fanie Lou Hamer is obvious.” This didn’t stop anybody from saying I’m a racist, not once, not ever. What the NAACP wants is a reject to climb over in a war for position. They resent my abilities, and have said so, calling it interference, so I avoid the issue that I know most about, which is Civil Rights Movement history, and am a very withdrawn person who failed at academics until a deaf girl taught me sign language.  I am now 59 years old and very, very sick with diabetes, deafness, and other infirmities, some known and some less clear.

       As for the war game on Mt. Desert Island, it has always been very simple.  Stalking by vivisectionists with intent to test for AIDS could reveal the hand of the attackers, I reasoned and also thought the people in HAIR from the 60’s would want to know the truth about parochial character assassination of this direction, but their support for the attackers is part of the eye-opening reality that it was them all along, setting us up.  The Klondike Texas Goldbook is considered unimaginable value because a crime by John Lennon who suckered everybody and with the help of Trump and Reagan pulled a Houdini. You have to think of your love for the Beatles as the weapon in the hand of Jackie Onassis the day she killed JFK, it is that sad. They were behind the AIDS attack, too. That is the role that fell to Midori claiming confiscation rights.

       There were always reams of reasons to doubt that the letters were just happened to be found by the Union, allowing Trump to upload poor and hostile souls to make abnormal claims on someone concerned for booking about Dr. King and Arab Spring.  For example, when a Wattenmaker-like boy friendly with a married-in agent of Fox Cinema came first to my house they made a sport of talking all about Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Shooting Kennedy, shooting JFK, blaming an innocent person for Lennon’s trick, and all the other psychotic conjobs that came with Trump and Eastwood’s Hollywood advertise that the whole point was heart punishment, to just hit America over and over and over in the heart, until we finally surrendered to their X-termination program in return for the right to have something to eat.  They even prior mobilized the poor, escalating horribly demands without conscience on anyone who cared.

       The murderers created an innocent and beautiful image of Midori, just as they did of Jackie Kennedy, so she could shoot her mark right between the eyes.  It’s incredibly creepy. My appeal ages ago, in the early 90’s, to Midori Goto was to challenge the wall of silence about what Hell had created in the 80’s by AIDS, and she was all there in place to say no for the people who did it.   Somehow, because they plied double meanings, the absolutely despicable British lyricists who wrote much of the text of the Klondike Goldbook masquerading with Lennon, these pathological and lewd people struck upon convincing Queer Texas and Seattle that Stonewalling, because it has a historic place in Gay history, is in their interest promoting blackout protecting the attackers.  Small wonder Penis Sinfield tells his flock, I love you, men. Look what they did for him with their vicious, diffident subservience.

       As for black people, part of the reason I am hated is that I actually trusted my old coworkers all of whom were black.  When people really, really backstab you it leaves a bad taste in their mouth. I made the terrible mistake of talking to them in notes about my fiance, who was evidently hired by the same Pittsburgh pimp circles, operating from Warhol Museum, to hide the operation on Mt. Desert Island and the preliminary gesture of deafening me cruelly.  Mathematicians who love to pounce on errors know I am in Wa. where her husband is very powerful, and popular, powerful and popular enough that hi gang, when I was homeless, and forbidden to attend school, traumatized me in a dreadful condition, to take a medicine that gave me diabetes and chemically castrated me, giving them the lascivious opportunity to claim that is, rather than sign language, why I made Honors.

       Their pimp machine worked from psychiatric.  Gaslighting is very brazen in this case. A Harvard Anthropologist mocked me one day a long time ago talking about Woten, Woten, Woten trying to get me to see he knew Wattenmaker by language awareness, who had made the nerve agent the psychiatric circle implanted and targeted with Rosa, as a contract spectacle for the Gazette and NAACP.  If you think of deafness, peer rejection, academic failure as a mounting problem of sorrows, factor in only getting a part-time job and not knowing about the nerve injury which they knew about, it is visible now, catastrophically, post-seizure, and being in amnesia about kidnapping and mutilation, allowing them to, in their own words, “Construct a persona,” for implicit storytelling purposes, where the only profit motive in lying is their own, in a Hollywood hate crime that is actually scripted, you can or should be able to see that being loved and accepted by Rosa was more about being loved and accepted.  Though they made great sport of me, I knew nothing of her virginity.

        The people who watched me as I grew up made clear that they might let me live if I made an ass of myself, but otherwise not. This led to certain survival mannerisms.  They had a program I have written about in storychecksout.org online and related links. Nobody seems to credit my views. That I worked at Falk Medical Library and made deliveries to Western Psychiatric regularly never led the Pitt Administration to recommend counseling, yet they claimed that Mt. Desert Island was research into my mindset as an employee?  It seems to me in suggesting I don’t want to help you is an intention only to tear someone else down, while playing for advantage in a tiered society.

       On study of the whole arrangement, it seems to me that the argument comes from very prominent people like Cornel West, because my father was that prominent, Ry was Chair of Philosophy of Education at Pitt and published many, many books, including one dedicated to Martin Luther King, whatever mixed blessing being his son may be.  This argument must be that they should use the most piteous and undeserving, weakest white child in the community to demonstrate about the fact that the white man has shown no mercy to black children, and to sow fear, in the demand for change in an equitable way, and yet the whole package came from who? From berserk white KKK pirates who openly wrote praise of Joseph Goebbels in the only surviving relic from Mt. Desert Island.  What’s with all the destruction of evidence? I won’t help you make a neo-Nazi alliance out of the NAACP?

       I tried and failed to understand.  Why don’t you leave me alone instead of just pretending you aren’t committing a crime by failure to acknowledge the nerve trauma and by denying you’ve read my other editorials.

Peace.