I wonder if Mt. Desert Island makes Eddie Guardado think of his proverbial hot foot locker room joke now?    As a victim of serial poison passed off as Oliver Stone-style CIA acts against a dissident, I can only be stunned that the branch of don’t-let-him-escape created by Mel Gibson and Diamonda Galas, the sybils of the Swami Nostra known and packaged to rattle-purr I don’t like da~at when they hear the words lower risk are sounding the alarm.   One thing they didn’t dream of doing in the attack of the 80’s was allow information or call for Compassionate Social Distancing. Gabriel played all run-to-Africa like it was his Saturday night Jump ‘n Holler. Why didn’t he just file charges? Obviously to protect Gail Burstyn, Yoko Ono’s attache from the plan made in the fateful days leading to the infamy of Jack Ruby.

        Saying somebody is worth something isn’t what makes them worth it.  Human poaching is the nature of a lot that love baits. Our leaders and Administrators have long played dumb.  In Corona shock and awe we are being asked to consider whether a world of empires can lead to a satisfied, healthy world of peoples, as though meant to rivet us to attention about the climate change catastrophe.   Uncle Sammy’s Illuminati Python set this up as an up against the wall over the Eden thing they called pussyball. Fundies made apocalypse their crunch it seems with the help of CIA sponsored networks of Hollywood watchdog super-lefty agency.

         Martin Sheen is so gleeful in his strut that pure deceit is a Moebius miracle.

         Surrender?  Mitigation? Apprehension?   Resistance? It’s a peculiar vocabulary for an old man in Section 8.