Calling Hitler’s revenge and the rise of a sordid Axis America by a name like Insurrection is too ennobling.  It is made to resemble a grassroots folkways recording.  Trump kicked America’s face in and got in charge of the secret plan at Warhol. They gassed me in a holocaust simulation, boiled me with a nerve agent, spun abortions on my wad for their sexual gratification, taking my name as a souvenir to hell.  They set up an AIDS mousetrap for Queer Nazis to torment me by, castrated me in two virgins pussybal after the first one, raped my deaf advocate, killed Saoirse, poisoned me in the mouth, warned me in advance about Covid, let me squawk, and now are issuing the old European No Revive Orders against learning disabled people.

         For fun, they use electronic gadgetry to “trigger” their songs in the minds of “recovery” ward hostages.

        Operation:  Hilarious even has a soundtrack of British laughter.us to cheer while the zombies playing dignitary in Congress voted they would allow it.  The attempted murder of Mike Pence for stealing the election was a syphilitic re-enactment of divine punishment in Dealey Square.

        The gentle art of statistical management for military sociology, which is just an empty phrase for most people, made a jest of the idea that we are all unique, worthy of names, care, upbringing and human rights on a safe world.  This jest was sweet on the lips of Hitler’s sweethearts.

         Over the year of lockdown I watched the series on finding the route of Hitler’s escape.  It was astonishingly brazen.  I already knew HItler had gotten away. I knew when I was five years old and told about never finding his body.  My mistake was believing America wouldn’t be behind it.  In the series the footage of Adolf in his Imperial trenchcoat was anything but a beaten man.  He never looked happier than that day he pinched the cheeks of his fifteen year old bunker defense ring and made for the escape hatch.  Caesar had to cross the Rubicon.

        Fact is, nobody cared  They pulled the same sleight of hand with John Lennon as a license to kill.  Pittsburgh forged the Counterfeit Confederate papers that Lapham’s Quarterly stole with John Shulman announcing them to be priceless and put no less than a sexually violent Tojjo Roniin, the fake news widow Yoko Ono,