Broadcast celebrities were in place to process children’s emotions when the Axis within finished off JFK and to create the mental processes young that would discount internal affairs for a longer story in which the children were to be betrayed.   We were told to integrate false assurances and any questions were referred to a dapper laugher who made short work of them. Jacqueline Onassis set the standard for women who would reject all association with the great loser in favor of the super life whose company she, too, preferred.   The situation resembled the one captured by the idea of Catch-22, you can get out of the Army if you are crazy but nobody who wants out is crazy. The reference to 11-22-63 was ignored, but what if that was the whole point? That no one was watching the homefront? A lot of hard work goes into making such things ponderable only to be attacked by persons who are profoundly unfriendly to mental health.

       Those who do not study the past are condemned to being manipulated by those who do.   I’m told frequently that the basic issues I lived through and understand are meaningless to the young.   Newspapers don’t even feel like newspapers anymore because they are so empty of real awareness. Gangs like The Seattle Times literally cannot stop themselves from getting away with the AIDS attack.   They have no restraint, no historical awareness, no pride, no judgment, no commitment to objective facts.

       The call I got on the porch of a Pittsburgh magistrate from Gail Burstyn introducing herself began with a question that was meant to gain power with time, she said, “Hi, remember me?”  I’d never heard of her or seen her before. The call was from the Kasper Division who had Hitler in Argentina and were building a Borges-like labyrinth of images in our Hollywood landscape.   She might as well have said, “You thought you got me, didn’t you?” This was Trump’s team, going 50-50 with Adolf Hitler in a backstab to beat all backstabs.

      You should turn off your interior automatic laughing box.

       Thos. Gordon’s hum that Hitler would most hate seeing his beloved Germany in the arms of a new lover was the proud plan that Trump’s stooges staked out for a brutalized deaf child in a public school, for the will of the viper Midori Goto, a rotten, undesirable alien whose cunning diverted attention from the lawyers hired to make crime work by the Beatles.   In 1984 at the Medical Library their lawyers told me about AIDS that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts, in other words, mania first and public health emergency warning last if ever. They use confrontation on all tiers as a minutes generator to ward off repeal of their slimey decision to claim their game is Chinese Sex Sentencing.

         The rabid closed ranks around the super life.   Greg Karl showed what the British are capable of towards real children in pain and fear when he went out whacking fireflies with a wiffle ball bat and sneering they didn’t have central nervous systems, sort of like Bush and Obama shrugging off drone bombs killing nervous and frightened schoolgirls, after all the paycheck is good. Beats being surprised and disappointed that genocide is happening again, this time to our own people. That would lose votes. It’s the only way, they liked to be advised which is why they said, “it’s the only way,” “what choice? what choice?” when arresting Police showed me a mugshot of Ronnie Zsinski and said it was me.

        It’s important to get the real picture about the Beatles in the AIDS attack.   They play a game guess next why we don’t love you. They see AIDS as the extinction rebellion.  Penis Gabriel and his JDL workers for Gail Burstyn hit the OVERRIDE button about torture, rape, organized child pornography, kidnapping, murder, slithering that it is their revolution, cutting and pasting anything they don’t see fit to feed to the paper shredder.  I’ve discussed Night of the Lebo before, I’ll go into it again now. It was written to cheer myself up as I was held hostage to brutal pedophile merchants of death working with Warhol and Ono in Pittsburgh. Rich Lebo implies the name of Gabriel best friend Lebowitz, so that’s out, but the rich Jews were definitely aware of passing some money under the table as they made me into what Meieren called, “the man who couldn’t say no,” in planning to determine whether or not I was a real Gummo and loyal to Bowie’s guitarist who pulled a 13 year old girl’s head to his crotch in front of her father.

        The military made gold diggers out of folkways encryption, laughing as the King Family declared war on the right to know laws sneering that the money was in the copyright.  They will tell you they are your heroes; no readers allowed.