The love police love to change the subject.  When found out in murder they start barking about love.  The news weapon has helped them suppress the easily established fact that Salk Labor was pleading ecology throughout their vivisection and AIDS venture, while the Green Party was seething in sicko jealous sadism against peer connections outside their sex slavery jurisdiction, while they actually call their surveillance machine the postal union.  Creepy.  Trump, ini his weirdly fascinating criminal envy of the Kennedys, murderous as the dictator he loves, tips his hand against objective citizenship by sponsoring the Seattle Left.  Together they provided super-titty while Penis Sinfield mongered Erich Fromme over his Frankenstein neuroplasm experiment with Wattenmaker and contrary to their pre-programmed alibi, Wattenmaker’s double agency linkage to Attenborough isn’t borrowed, it’s partnership.  The power structure otherwise would never have tolerated it.  The postal union love the Geopolitics of Pink Floyd  Who did you write?  That’s alright we know who you wrote.  It’s easier to see the foreign copy when you just follow the wordplay in an index name like Rand Paul Rand = Moneybag.  Moneybag Paul.

         Oliver North’s Mason Lodge north of the Dixon, Dixon of the North, use the two ideologies of academics as magnet bars to attract suckers and  then unite them against objective citizenry.  The party approval / review process, kicked into the streets from the closing of schools, doesn’t prefer to be accredited.  Cho’s gang saw the Jackie Onassis opening for a fresh bloodlust Trumpytune / Dixon natural law thrill kill.  Saoirse Kennedy, my oh my.   That just about renders Chris Arnberg even over super-titty holiness hollow.