Rehearsing some cult facts that have police allowing military cults to case my every moment, father having been on Bush’s ship in the Navy, I was living with what appears to be the same Lou Leto who was Obama’s Director of Army Operations in Afghanistan freshman year, 1980, Temple University, Ambler Campus, being visited by a girl named Crystal who dubbed me “mystical”  after Leto called me a devil worshipper campus-wide when a girl named Dia enthusiast of the band Der Mond called me, Dec. 8, and various friends of Leto, who scrawled that everyone blamed me for something when really it was them on the bathroom wall, came yelling, “Freak! Freak your hero was shot!”  A few months later the FEMA Law Firm of Pitt had me in D.C. when Reagan came out, waved to me, gave me a brochure reading, “there is no such thing as objective reality only what the jury believes,” the night before James Brady was shot.  Diamonda Galas, by the way, posing with stiletto drawn outside the WTC, gets away in Seattle with professing to be an Act Up leader.   You will notice this was before AIDS much less my job in 1984 at Falk Medical Library, the death of my father, or Mt. Desert Island.  

      My goal in this note is to begin what I hope to be an ongoing critique of Seven Days in May (1964, film) in light of the situation John Kennedy found himself in earlier that prior autumn as shown in a Hunter Brinkley report of Sept. 1963 and a visit to the aircraft carrier Oriskany.  At the time, as comes up on Hunter Brinkley, the Nuclear Treaty was before Congress, a topic leading in Seven Days to a fascist takeover plot, complete with letters of blackmail.  In Seven Days a pregnant moment occurs when baby stroller come rolling into prominence and a man watching the back of a protagonist disappears in the airport, cut to a scene of nuns.  Leto’s gang included Bill Wheeler who bragged to the Stranger Newspaper that he and his chick after she seduced me may have had my baby which died in the woods.  I asked police please look into it.  Meanwhile, the Union intones voice overs suggestive of a High Court mission to force heavy pondering on the meaning of this drama club occult sequence.  Like the scribble on the Temple wall, quoting Rod Serling, so, too was that movie made by.  Arnold Katz, the starlet’s father in the drama club of Snuff Film military fight clubs, used to brag of Rod Serling being from Pennsylvania.

         The Oriskany exhibits a hostile in the line up on deck, focuses on a white capped head, two flashes and then one seems to strike the capped head off screen suddenly.  The overlap describes the Hollywood backdoor through which the Axis have arrived again.   Kennedy, by the way, is under re-election pressure on Hunter Brinkley about his Domino Theory, which conformed to the military’s minimum requirement (DT was a ruse).  He expresses between takes however that his sympathy for the Buddhists is making South Vietnam nearly impossible to support.

(After the Postal Union followed my reply in the curtain call of covid over a year ago to Courtney after she wrote to me about Saoirse and delivered that reply with the disappearance of two more members of a former First Family (and it was the postal union who warned me in the lead up to Shannon Harps' murder of their plan and purported grounds, homicide of a sacrificial direction) I resolved that American politics is controlled by a Snuff Film Syndicate operating out of Warhol. I already knew about their Yojimbo promotion of an Ark by double homicide across the race lines. I've been warned. I was kidnapped and brutally tortured as a child. One never gets used to it. But I do my work, okay? I want to get to a critique of Seven Days in May.)