Thanks to the sick minds of the British sort of English, cousin Robert Fripp for example, Hitler’s notion of the decadence of democracies managed to survive revelations about Dachau and towards this goal the foreign accused America of a war crime. In their spite, they recreationally staged a showdown, which is the rabids’ word for blindside, unprovoked facelying brutal attack. The Royal Family actually call their ripper backstab a duel. The goal of this note is to explore this situation in light of the Biden Presidency and limited revelations of Tom O’Neill’s new book on Manson contacts with the LAPD and CIA.
The first thing that comes to light is that promoting Hitler’s vision thing, the CIA was behind the counterculture in the 60’s, the counterculture WAS the CIA, HAIR, angeldevils like Jagger and Bowie, Warhol, all Trumpytune hitmen in the conjob pulled by Jackie O. getting the Kennedys even for Ono, a 1964 Bullet Train. All that drug peer pressure we learned about was a text from Gail Burstyn riddling by language the idea that all participants in the crematoriums of Germany were peers, a Bush style rueful observation, transformed to insight.
One of the first things to resolve is the basis of my lawsuit that King Crimson had no right to blame me for the theft of a VW Beetle in Pittsburgh, an experimental drama school arrangement, nor the disappearance Houdini whodunit of the Beatle man and they owe me a huge sum of money. They face criminal charges. This refutation of their trumped up cause will be detailed and shed light on the corona molecule attack. The Seattle multicultural scam division, committing murder with Warhol, behind the AIDS attack who used the Beatle man scam to arrange the politics of their victims, have used several lethal poisons announcing their agency while plying the trade of the media race feud to traffic confusion in their interest. This power, Dialectical UW, goes by the name of The Green Party and is Union heapery, deadly and remorseless as the Axis they understudy. They know there’s a pot, they pot-boiled it for Hitler in Lennon’s holy name and transferred the blame to me for their pickings.
In exonerating Greta, I will trace the intelligence services who cultured her and set up her role for their play by demonstrating their prior proclivity. When it comes to CIA activities, little girls are the blow up dolls of choice. The attackers played this situation as close as a soccer team. In showing that the legendary Gurdjieff felons, League of Crafty Guitarists, were more concerned about their dicks than their grannies, we will learn some of the facts concerning the Trumpytune Minstrels with whom Greta lamentably holds court and keeps company time. Despite his role in the getaway of the AIDS combein, cousin Ringo remains the irresistible one, king of the west.
Ringo the Kid-die porn magnate held fort with John Wayne and J. Edgar Hoover. He was welcomed with open arms by Ed Sullivan. He joined the celebrity errand house who rescued Hitler and awaited the appointed hour with their plans and terms. John Wayne was a primary confederate of the plot who put Oswald into model, drew America into Nam, played fast and loose with LSD in Green Berets, coached Melvin Belli and Takei at Star Trek, while gloating at the longhairs he’d got to self-alienate by good old-fashioned German peer pressure.
In Nazi Cinema was a namesake of Ian Fleming named Inge Fleming or Ingo Flamingo. Such agency namesakes announced the coming of the Walrus. DiNiro receives top copy less for his punchy acting than his name, because the arrival to home television porno is the Catholic Worker Jesuit system of DeGrell finding a Christian challenge in the corona mission vetting the streets still loyal to Herr Ono. Nero fiddled while Rome burned, a distinction earned by the League of Crafty Guitars, unpleasant parrots of the Frippytune frauds.
Bowie and Fripp and Reagan worked together and not in secret. They scrawled Dali’s diary on Jimmy Creary’s brain for shock jock terrorism worked by Fox and Trumpytune’s oral violence in Seattle. Their script wangled a mongering listing, “Tell me you love me Juney Moon,” “Briefing for a Descent into Hell,” “Interview with a Vampire,” and a Davis Park girl who told off Jimmy, “I never make out with someone younger than me.” All of them knew about miscengenist eugenic wifeyball and the use of daughter plants.
The rabid’s mind is constant and tuned to Asimov’s hum, sometimes dispassionately they had to weed, planting a Trumpytune whilst parsing off a Saoirse tree. They call brutal pounding to the head, slaughtering blows of a magical agent, their words, none other than the love of Erich Fromme! Ringo the Kid’s second favorite Fromme after Squeaky.
Although my father was close to the Humanist that features Otto Krash and published on zuklear missiles with Israel Light, it’s possible that the man who took me to Deliverance got hold of his offspring by divorce without him knowing. We do know that Jim Marrs went silent after getting his grubbies on the I Love Sira Siran picture of me from 1966, dated by Kodak, and that Pittsburgh sports a Marsden in their den of thieves. They’re biding time to start making bids.