The heartlessness of the Beatles was always a cruel source of mirth for their inside circle.  It tells in old Petticoat Junction episode where fast on the heels of JFK’s murder they use their media switchboard to call themselves:  the biggest thing in America.  Like doomed deer frozen before the spotlight, America allows them to exterminate us.  You can see that this is true rationally, but it’s like sleep paralysis.  Movement just doesn’t come.  I’ll prove that.

       The anthrax on 911 and Cliff Robertson’s sightseeing presence above the World Trade Center that day tell the tale of DIa Galas posing with her stiletto before the buildings nicely.  Her namesake, who recommended a book that Robertson rendered, called me on the Japanese anniversary of Pearl Harbor in 1980.  Galas has been sneaky but brazen.  She studied immunology and Satanism in the 70’s  

        Love for Lennon mades our generation slaves of Yoko Ono’s revenge for the Axis.  It prompts denial about what really happened.  What was I doing both places with attorneys for Reagan and Lennon proximate to the claim that they were shot and left holding their laughing box evidence that it was staged?

        The situation is both slipknot and dare and already was before the covid bomb.

         You should hear them laughing.