I have often noted the feeble Orwellian way the Trump Family, whenever they feel keenly vulnerable to an allegation, preemptively make it of the enemies of the Peace.  So you know know what I think about little Trump’s claim that the liberals want to see millions of Americans die. After all his arbitrary acts, how can you not see that the corona attack is Trump?    I don’t know why it seems ironic to me, it shouldn’t, that even the police and their families are at risk and in danger from this crime, I expect that they won’t organize to express opposition and will find their safety of conscience as usual in execution of orders.  Mass protests are banned by the state of emergency, after all.

       The most vulnerable among us were never the type to protest anyway.   American Indians tried and failed to get along with this sort of politician many times.   Well, it isn’t over, this is just the beginning. Can’t you see that this was Trump? After all his arbitrary claims to unrivaled gall?  After this assassination tweets? Out Now self-sponsored resistance? The hard rain that fell at our protest? My long affidavit trying to warn you about his allies at Warhol?  The evidence that came out of my “military-friendly” school, like the switch over to a sky image of children scattering like bedbugs? Can’t you see?   The match-up of Burstyn/Ono mesmers at the fateful Tea Club? Shutting the door with me inside symbolically?

        The mesmers of Burstyn and Ono at the Tea Club were the style of the electric assassin Tony Levin whose mummery caustically commanded kowtow to the AIDS attack while engaging in lists of Magically Destructive Imperial Majesty for the aggressor lobby to wow the victims who cheered up to corona that this was fitting of their skeleton people dance, even David Bowie’s Hitler salutes during the thin white duke tour.  Nothing is real they propounded.

        Oh, yes, the Democrats were scaring seniors.  That’s why we needed The Elders Project to act out the tribal warrior of Africology’s sacred contempt for Martin Luther King’s movement found on page 173 of Dr. Proctor’s swastika-redeeming self-published book to do exercises in the sacred visionary of Swami Nostra like throwing Pink Floyds fans off the World Trade Center to satisfy Pena Gabriel’s floating uterus, amen.

        Gabriel got even for Gail after much thought for an act I exhibited of her spam, an unopened letter that infuriated her.  He accused me of stealing it when I opened it before witnesses after being repulsed in effort to bringing it to attention of the law.  Gail Burstyn’s letter, Carnegie Mellon’s ripper hatter squad shrieked were Ringo Starr’s sacred property of the spirit.

         Well, after all, damn corona, anyway, John Lennon always said, “I’ll take the young and healthy.”   Proctor will say be well, Mark us, Mark us well be, murder one.