Jesuit Penis Kaine indexes to Cho, anti-virus vaccines, Confederate murals, Obama and “smoking” bans.  Living with inclusive detective work one must discard many discoveries, and the background can make such a vivid mural that we may be understandably slow to reflexively discard, while syphilitics leer that Covid-19 was necessary to prove the queerbait was reckless on Mt. Desert Island, justifying the Kelly Affair.  The hemorrhage of hate and evil that was unleashed by Pitt on a deaf child of senior faculty is a rifling reminder of the violence done by Administration to even the idea of American dignities and heritage.   Poisoning innocent people to prove them contaminated of thought is deranged.  They are selling Toxic American Future.

       The rabid, torturing, framing and lying in every detail, brazen in manufacture, must have its every whim catered to with explanation.  A backward R in Crary it conflates into tortured reasoning for symbiotic absorption by its own proclivity for white racism and nazi agenda, nevermind the kookiness of an artist’s signature in paint.   The reasoning is loud and clear, like the stolen VW it alleged that it put to a standstill by Hollywood car lot plans outside a White House replica, like the gold coin not the one in the book, the murderer conveys its revenge mindset, the burrowing, blistering hogswash of Paul, with a coy little memo, Confederate, not counterfeit.

         It rapes child and lo and behold virginity proves rape, this its submission of justification in instant karma like the disappearance of two more Kennedy to a Bob Dylan tune.   Avenging angels struck again with their lewd machete.  You might wonder why and how they could subject a child, a kid, to unbelievable anguish in the backlots of East Liberty, well, listen here, they seduced it with DD the Nazi symbol of sex planning to bring her up from the deep when she got obese, and so therefore the perpetrator, meaning a child they engineered to entrap, should be the subject of the resulting abortion, smash it, kick it, do it in the face, drag it through glass, oo~oo you got plastered, and a lot of this was done before the She-Neva seduced it in a place of hostage and trauma.

      Guess what the hidden puns are Japanese L’s and R’s. Karl Rove, for Midori loves the Karls more.   They offered a world of Ash, in a poem by Greg Karl so let there be Ash Greene in Honors at Rip Van Tacoma with Jay and Dee and Andy.   In my opinion the nutter on high is too volatile and too suspicious to hide his hand.  Nor will I make a case that he was behind Hinckley.  The facts are too salient in reality, the facts the press has withheld to cover their complicity regarding what I was doing there and for who.   They got away with the slipknot of endless gyrations attacking the innocent for a bunch of Pennsylvania perverts who Drafted children they saw on Peace Marches into Involuntary Pornography, which is why the Draft Board sponsored HAIR all along.  The Army came up with good band names, King Crimson, Sabbath, Sonic Youth, to tape and assess the mindset and give a call to the peer, wanna come over?  This was Loyalty to the Royalty.

        Amanda Harcourt came onto me as a friend but her real message was her Rolodex, and whichever she spun it it always came back to conspiracy juicy between Penis Gabriel and Shulman.   Penis even doctored himself into Shulman’s guise.  The assassins  used me in a lifelong ordeal, these criminally insane celebrities with miracles from Microsoft, they made me a classified supercase.  They had it plotted out brazenly, Saul Brecher for soul breaker.  They got together as Boy Scouts and vowed to be the Christian soldiers all law abiding people fear.  They put my left arm in a cast for a necessary double entendre to hear me protest about catching it.   Mother said it wasn’t broken just as she always made clear I could never do anything right.   

      Like my pap’s obituary touting the Green Party and the comment in Gail Burstyn’s letter, Seattle is on a fling with their own betrayers, having met Kasper in Argentina, Burstyn’s “best friend and now they’re going out”.  She knows you.  “Guess life is rough.”

       Do you flatter yourself as having aptitude for your gloating silences?