In my presentation at school today for our Adopt-a-Plant Botany project, I carefully mentioned the Extinction Rebellion occupation of the Yale-Harvard football game because I knew that Prof. Stave would not want me making my point.  Too perfectly to her role she protested, I confessed this wasn’t the Yale-Harvard football game but that human drama was involved in curriculum reform. She presented herself as in opposition to mention of the struggle for an improved curriculum.  Not only was it sad, because so intolerant, but she made me forget my main point about re-imagining the Department of Labor.

       This makes the situation more eerie because there seems to be conflict of interest at UW’s military-friendly satellite station between addressing Climate Change with Jay Inslee and the truth as such being an American civil virtue.   Beccy Stave is an English. It’s ironic and sad, again, because I used to admire them. If so much as one of them said, “If McCartney did that to you, he should be answerable in an English court,” I would never have an unkind word for them again.  They don’t because for them it is about a metanarrative they imposed on the AIDS attack to use the attack. Prof. Stave no doubt wouldn’t kill many, many people that way, but she does state unfeelingly that over-production of offspring leads to extinction, the sort of eugenic sentiment that justifies the attack, in the name of rabbit behavior.

        UW is very cunning.  The CIA Reds came up with an argument justifying torture by the ice and cigar technique of alternating it with sex.  Leslie Katz was the fanged rabbit in the hat of my attempt to recover from torture in childhood. Contrary to the fictions rendered by the Genesis Toolbox behind arson, rape, murder and mayhem, my conversations with Amanda Harcourt were attempts to expose the fallacy of the slanders that Pittsburgh was developing.  They said they detected them and they were true. They didn’t tell me that they had grounds for a BIG BIAS. In fact, they lied to my face, saying things like, “I love you, man.” How vomit bag is that? Targeting an American symbol for no reason other.

        DD Mancine used to talk very specifically about how she could breed in Welfare status.  She was a comment like G. Gordon Liddy and his cyanide cigar, if you show someone how they will do it.  One woman figured out an exploitational angle. That doesn’t mean everyone did, and yet, for macabre reasons, the NAACP, in pure spite, supported her.   It has all been a violent and vitriolic perversion of Ayn Rand, devised by people who don’t love America enough to understand you don’t create a curiosity of someone by torture and then ransom them with a bounty.  How hard is that morally to understand.

      What NASA Nazis are doing at Pentagon Disney with the fiddlers of Dachau is cheap lampoon on holy war.  Why do the English tolerate my return of their heated language as a reply to the killer, unprovoked, slaughtering blows?   Well, because they used a neuroplasm to make me a thing, a malediction unit with impacted, involuntary, viturperative disorder, synthetic demonic possession, to play howls through the barometer of the command post at Genesis Toolbox.

       Using such tactics to manufacture racial pretexts for foreign intelligence systems, I can’t go to common pleas because they would start murdering my family.  What I see in the attacks and poison crimes about the fiends behind the AIDS abomination, is yeah so what, we did it, get it through your fucking head we mean it.

I just wanted to hear that they wouldn’t do this, and their answer was that I did?