The hidden war game in the AIDS attack of the utterly lawless John Lennon’s magical mystery murder took me completely by surprise and I was devestated.  It was like, “Wot Gorilla?” Until that time, I had fully expected the magnitude of how an important man’s son had been mutilated, tortured, poisoned, attacked, invasion of privacy weaponized, banned form of punishment for testifying invoked and allowed, slanders empowered, would offend the right people.   Instead, malicious celebrities announced that the use of Neva Pornographic for attack prostitution, face-lying femme Nikita assassination, devious poison crimes, was a natural establishment confederacy for illustrious women to call upon to defend themselves. Working through the evidence of their role in the attack, their script in the murders of King and Kennedy, the normalization of a nerve agent smear campaign by Celine Dion and her dog eat dog lyricist announced the agency of Gail Burstyn as a bi-partisan allowance.

      The world knows how to keep the secrets of the powerful while grinding out the life of those who might speak of what they saw.   We know what the murderers in British rock music behind the AIDS attack did because of how they justified it. Throughout their terrible crime wave they let very few people know what they had done while professing to be speaking for all.   There are still a few things remaining to be said before the war. Peace with the perpetrators of this holocaust is precarious and it is unwise to wish otherwise. To wish peace upon yourself when faced with the guns of Hitlerianism is to wish death upon yourself and all that you love.  The reason the murderers in this terribly sad gang continue to propound peace is that they feed upon your death and misery. Very few times in American History have we been faced with evil as rancid as The Beatles, the true authors of AIDS, who waited patiently with their government plot for the death of JFK to invade with the love songs of Attilla.   This is the unsung legend of the Axis revolt against American pride over the victory in WW2 arranged by an envious England.

         The anger of hatred that seeing the truth causes is life ravaging.   The unimaginable mind of John Lennon is proven an offense against anything even passingly described for human.   His allies in Laurel Canyon, the Zappas, Errol Flynn and Houdini, very malevolently, are as sacriligious and anti-heroic as they claimed to be sarcastically.    These poisoners used their influence to attack a humane, progressive institution of higher education to promote in its stead the most cowardly and murdering, Manson-loyal inner-city child trafficking network ever assembled, a gang who branded children for extermination with what the ravenous British monsters construed as the secrets of a gold mine.   What is there to say of such Teutons but that a feral pig wore antlers?

       There is an architectural set of references (1025 Liverpool in Pittsburgh, CCAC’s severed peace signs, Madison 5 for both SPL and Bowie’s HQ, Space Needle, Ron - Priest in Superfly’s closing credits) to the atrocity and the only man in politics openly associated with skyscrapers is ...currently impeached for abridgement of even the Democrats’ thuggy decorum.  Even the military therapy seance of acceptance culminated with a skyscraper: the Bush-Era dacoitery called Medicine Man was the doctrine that AIDS victims just needed primal scream and cowhooves. Primal scream and cowhooves led to 911 and the exhibition of chivalrous laughter protecting the attackers from Jimmy’s threat of tears and grief.

        New students have to learn everything over again and don’t want to, which is what it is.  They know we won WW2, at least temporarily, although against who and why is obscure to them.  Some may know about JFK from Oliver Stone which isn’t always helpful, since Stone is a major problem.   The 80’s was a final call where media put on an idealism show for Vaclav Havel to drown out the AIDS attack for a 1984 society that denies it is one, but the fact that Havel coined the slogan, “power of the powerless” as an anthem by which to demonstrate the absurdity of the idea that the powerless have any power is noted.  The scientific index of pussyball for the obscure labrat Rodney Toady in Mitt Romney’s ball field of sin doesn’t register outside of the war-gamers but the idea was clear enough. Lead “devil-Jimmy” through a heropass semester-at-sex and anthrax danger on tour “Experience Park” and have him emerge the fall guy in abomination, holding the inhalants bag while the object of the itinerary, Mouse One of Lennon dominion, Midori Goto, laughed and compensed the Neva Confederacy of Trump for the acid party where Jimmy was provided what it really wanted, a pussyball ledger scoop in Holy Way justice from King Crimson’s Gurdiev Kluk in the Great State of West Virginia.  An Eye for AI from the Hare in the rabbit had of HAIR. What’s up with the carrot, doc? Carat, diamond in the rough from Panther the Pink, great Shaman of Dr. Truth and the Medicine Show.

        Knowing that really happened doesn’t change anything, because the media claim they work with kids and know what they really need.    One of the things we have been reminded of by Seattle’s poison crime of my mouth and throat is that the AIDS Combine presides like a bullet over the celebrity superstate, America being whatever it is.  The world beyond the Immigration walls has long since been rendered unsafe for travel by those who built the wall to box us in, but it isn’t everybody. The life of the Korean deaf girl who was raped for teaching me sign has another side, as when she fell in the snow in an epileptic seizure and a mailman carried her home.   As that mailman carried my best friend trembled up the frozen tundra of a Greenfield hill in Pittsburgh, the spirit of Roberto Clemente watched from above and gave a moment’s surveillance in the direction of Seattle. Does Edgar Martinez really mean to say that I died trying to help Nicaragua’s poor so that the Mariners and Seattle could evoke my name to poison them in mass murder outrages?  Clemente seems to say, with a glare that could shatter the face of a totem pole.

         There is a war, though.  The assassination of JFK has come into focus by the letters of Gail Burstyn for an Act of War by an enemy within and on high, the gunboats of the British able and willing to escalate to a police invasion sonar that electrolyzes thought itself, to purge the enemy within the American spirit, an exorcism of the liberal defthukke.  The Democrats have revealed their hands as tools of the terminator by deliberately promoting figures unable to vie with, expose and best the assassins. If anyone thought better of these rapists, they should think again. My own tragic saga is equipment through which to judge the obscenity of American Moral franchise, particularly the NAACP.   People who urge patriotism should at least have the decency to stand for something. The square of jaw like to have it said they were protecting their daughters by releasing the AIDS attack, while denying it was one, Neva Protection Agency, the porn pyre from the Lab, excuse me, the Lamb of God.

       In very scary films an apparition appears just long enough to kill, the poltergeist can only remain invisible, stalking, and assaulting, but for a split second you can see it when it feeds.   The rabid of Britain allege that I am to blame for a crime that never took place. This allows them to protect the guilty and feed upon the designated martyr for their perversion.

          The process by which the killers claimed there was nothing to investigate about them while I investigated them is shocking in its absolute gall, from the schools, the family, the police department, the counties, the bi-partisan Congress and the Press.    They love it for the Truman Show quality that was even affinity nom de guerre’d: Jim Carrey for Jimmuh Crearie. If you don’t know by now that the Neva Corporation organized the tricks between Fulton Elementary and Ellis Girls School, from Shiono and Hammer to Meieren and Katz, you probably just don’t want to see it, but it’s there, the Hitler-Reagan symbols of plotting in the murder of Kennedy, all of it.

         After studying another writer about JFK, John Pesa, I was able to put together nicely some of the arrangements, relevant to the ongoing cat-call machine from Pener Gabriel, as well as verify for myself why a deep game of terror was played on my mind in an effort to force me into public relations for the assassin guild, using their voice-overs to “impinge” the soundtrack of Pentagon Disney for Ming Na Wen and carrot tape George Romero.  This vignette is casual for skillful rendering, coveted language, although the research is John Pesa’s:

          A man who sat on the Warren Commission and whose name is old news for those who study Cold War spying, Allen Dulles, enjoyed a certain intimacy with the accused, Lee Oswald, and also with a senior member of German High Command, Adolf Hitler, with whom he met for Schroeder Bank in 1933 to forgive his campaign debts.   A lover of Dulles, Mary Bancroft was a very close friend of Ruth Forbes Paine, whose son, Michael, had Oswald's rifle in his garage. Oswald went to the Paine residence once a week to visit his wife, who was boarding there, not to visit his rifle. It could easily have been moved without his knowing.   

       The Warren Report was a publication, not an investigation.  It had more in common with Life Magazine than the records of a homicide bureau.  The fact that it was discarded by real investigators as pulp fiction has not saved us from the legacy of its tone as a family friend's advice column.  Life Magazine had a holding interest in the matter of Clare Boothe Luce, the owner Henry Luce's wife. Clare was also a lover of Dulles, a spymaster with whom Jacqueline Kennedy was a confidante, and the author of a scandalizing Broadway smash hit play, "The Women." 

       While Henry Luce purchased, suppressed, and tampered with for publication, the A.Z. (initialed for Alpha and Omega) film of the murder, Clare circulated a profile of Oswald provided by George Joannides, who handled the Cuban Student Directorate that he said Oswald joined as a spy.   It was a CIA funded group providing Clare with her woman's day journal material, a fraternal paper feed, sort of like a church-friendly council get-together and tell-all. Naturally, attempts to bureaucratize the information to evaluate for substance and by source were pooh-poohed as irresponsible journalism by spoilers with an agenda, yakking their paranoid theories, to gleeful giggles on-stage.

       People do not like going mad.  What is sometimes called The Kennedy Curse is actually targeting of their family by the Reich in hiding (Walrus) to shatter the mind of America and demoralize our victory.   In this sense, the Kennedy Curse is a curse on the United States of America, but more importantly a hex, with riddles of a hexagram expounded, against any attempt to disclose or inform.  The anti-Kennedy hex now rules.

       Clare Boothe Luce was a descendant of John Wilkes Booth, who did in a different Abraham than the one who profited from her husband's acquisition.   The Paine Family, who were given a public image by the Warren Magazine as sincere Quakers caught up suddenly in a mess that they were helping America straighten out, should have been reviewed the way Mary Surratt was investigated for her role in the murder of Lincoln.  Nothing of the sort transpired. To this day, even the most determined and honest Kennedy researchers are known to avert their eyes from significant patterns. It is as though it is too much to consider that gossip columnists who preferred the Reich, from which Ingrid Bergman came, triumphed by lady's will.  The women, especially Jacqueline Onassis, were all for John Lennon and his plan from the Carousel Club and Planet Porno.

           I realize there are cheap and easy questions about the degree to which I am the cause of my own troubles, that are rooted in childhood confusion as a target of the 60’s a generation behind, waif in their hands, puddy, that root ideologically into Ringo Starr’s machine of maximum warfare defending Holy Reagan’s name by King Crimson’s Israeli agent Gail Burstyn.    You will die trying to escape is their creed towards me. The purpose of those cheap and easy questions is to hotwire around evidence and information. They have legislated by secret powers the right of authority to deafen a child and inflict nerve injury for falling into a laboratory devized by government pornographers for illustration of a pyre to ban liberalization in the name of fascist hegemony.  The script is a martial law code of marital vows, perfectly soundtracked with a song titled, “Clean Up Time.” The barbarians, they lisp, are simply bemused hooligans offering some fun.

      There is always some root problem in a case like this, and that is that Zell spoke when and as reported.  Due to my efforts this is now established in a context of significant confirmation, while plastic reality buffs from Hollywood natter on the immistakeable fraud that I somehow wanted Lennon dead and am the spirit of Mark David Chapman, an idiot device that would make anyone perturbed to learn many innocents had been killed to underwrite as serious, but the assailants were protected with the music of Disney Magic!