Since the storyline is tedious with British cunning I thought I’d try to keep this breezy to make it easier on the mind despite the way the attackers use the privilege of murder as their silver hammer throughout.   Donald Trump, who came onto me post-trauma it seems by Truman Shemp, which provides the contraction, holds American veterans, obviously, as worthy only of snickering and forgetting.  If he feels that they are losers and suckers, omoja what he thinks about the Jews of Europe refused refugees status and treated to the glee of release in an inferno at Treblinka, to put it in the manner of Gurdiev, the gurus of his intellectual kabbalah, including Kabbalah Harris, who, in the usual Trump doublespeak, he accused of getting in the back door, the way Hitler’s Axis did, through Hollywood.  Perhaps, she is attorney for Alpana, the Louis Louis of Two Virgins Pussyball who provided the NAACP their showpiece with Neva Corporation.  Gurdiev was making the rounds of his pimpery in Paris during the Occupation, which is what Godfather Trump meant when he called it the capital of Germany.

         Because of the magnitude of their large ledger for vindictiveness in escrow, the Jews and their champions, should have been watched very closely.  Bob Dylan’s recent slaughter of Kennedys for which he cashed in on a soundtrack and Ruth Ginberg’s signing out of an evil Earth by taking Massachusetts’ Carrie as a souvenir to hell match the hatred heaped on me as the boy they called Yemeni Creary during trauma inflicted by hirelings of Karsh and Kirshner, the usual lobby of Pittsburgh museum thieves working with King Crimson.   The laugh gets bitter when we picture Jesse Jackson sitting at home feeding steaks to his flock with loot he secured from Yoko Ono selling Yimmy Creary porn with Ralph Proctor.

          MisterRogers had this storyline about each child being special but he cut me out of the deal.  I remember him.  I was an infant in my mother’s arms outside the Mason Lodge and he eyeballed me as the devil’s kind.  His revulsion and fear of me were palpable and very confusing.  I was absolutely mystified but didn’t realize they had lucrative plans, or should I say Lucar-Tive.   MyQED is the online homepage but their signature for porno MyJames runs throughout their production of AIDS terror films with soundtrack by George Romero implants impinging on the persona.  MisterRogers was the Arch-Catholic of the Walrus with Martin Sheen, but his friend Captain Kangaroo was mysteriously said to have fought at Uwa Jimma with Lee Marvin.   He was the Altar Boy of Hitler-Lazarus, employing friends of Kasper through Warhol redemption in the Church-Military overthrow mission of the Bush Party regime.   Maybe seeing the truth this ways will help you a little in keeping a safe place in your heart from the Hitler style of the David Covid bomb and clean up time.

         The degradation of queerball after slaughtering, brutal attacks, surgical as Japanese torture, held in place by the epicurean additives of murder, and by Pittsburgh slumlord hirelings was a tone of jeering and defamation, caustic X-slurs by Karl, Braunstein and Exler, part of Karsh’s command structure over the streets for Obama whose snake Carbonell extruded the soundtrack of their Holocaust Simulation Experience Park, gassing me in Kings Estate while lisping to stick together.   After all the merchandise is for Green Party economics.

       The charity jackers at the Chop District with their porno of W-QE-D are mods.   They offer a Moralist, an Abortionist, and a Pornographer to trot out on hand for WQED to make whatever argument for the NEVA Corporation the attorneys for The Mariners ask them to make.  Their sly medium signed off the air at the mere mention of the Kennedy name and we got that little demo from CMU/MIT with the incidence of sister Carrie in Massachusetts, what Gurdiev would call a Patricia Delight but that’s Germany and South Africa for you, all weepy and loveslave for the Israelis behind the attacks.

        The attackers, working with Gail Burstyn through the Gurdiev Kluk, pass the ball around for real big money.  I donohue shot Larry Flynt  but wuhanever it was bought a nine-spot of alibi when Flynt forgave-ness’d him at the Martin Sheen jackpot.  Flynt is a bully and reminds me of the film Joe who shot his own daughter to prove his ideological slavery to the Reagan mindset.  WQED’s Christian fascism mods cut Carrie in half because the NAACP want the money they made doing slave porno during the AIDS attack of someone that NY hustled into fear by stalking from Act Up, a group traced to the attackers at CMU Drama Club where Godspell was born.

        The only difference between Police and the FBI is that with Police nothing you say registers and evidence is inadmissible against that one thought, is this mope gonna gimme an excuse to hit him yet or not?  But with the FBI it’s more like, can’t wait to give this sucker a hot foot.  Call them, get killed.  It’s not Gestapo it’s Guest Tampopo.   That’s much nicer eating to stick it in your mouff.