The greatest fear of the Post Office Union is that someone from the public … might … be reading this letter undetected whose sympathies are with the victims of true crime. Obama realizes there might be an Achilles heel in public trust to his partnership at Harvard with Trump in the bonus attack. Even Chicago is vacillating over the Noah plan when it comes to this follow-up from Von Richtohfen. For all their glorious choir personalities in dashikis, and violent cultural taboos, the shibboleths from the University aren’t convincing that a pile of ugly swastikas are sacred African symbols. Tough luck for the aptitude of the liberal white. Somehow sold this horrible idea that the ghoulish tokens of German influence over Idi Amin constitute character, the Black Studies vanguard in Pennsylvania failed to grasp what kindness means to the amoral. What greater revenge for the Axis than such abject trickery?
The earliest remarks printed in the paper from senior citizens in the Midwest about the bonus ordeal were telltale. Stoics were photographed on the patios of senior citizens centers saying that if they had to die they would face the end bravely. Droves of Americans, lured by their keen and heartfelt wish to be dutiful, took their families into disaster on the tragic Memorial Day of 2020, nobody in authority thought to say: preserve your memories and love for America by compassion towards each other and sit this one out. Instead we were given the honor call of the death’s head grin.
Our goal to slow down the attack should be matched by a goal to slow down the attackers. The Federal Bureau of Investigation is full of tongue twisting moral garble. They can rationalize anything, but it is beyond them to lisp why not let a deluded Kennedy patriot spout what we should do if the ideas that haunt it were true? There are rumors in the paper that the damage done by their acquiescence in this tragedy (masked as a weird joke) may prove insurmountable to civilization. For their shepherds, martial law will be a beautiful scene. Oh, but don’t pout, the black man advances.
The answer to the call to the streets in protest of Black tragedy is: No Confidence. They are calling out a narrative in service to the state of oppression as surely as the attackers used the first attack to announce the bonus aggression with a poison crime to the mouth by the Noah faction. Plying a poem they secured in advance called quarantine with the response, “and they were put to death,” the poets made ready.
The inner psychology of the psychos is the old Jewish claim at Warhol Museum that fanatical and slavish devotion to Leslie Katz, hallowed by the murder of Saoirse, circling Iowa Molly and the newspaper targeted by Ramos, the Green Party ventriloquist speaks through gunfire at Donnie Chin, now you see the Kennedys, now you don’t, that slavish devotion to Katz is the same, 911 laughter, as devotion to Lennon. No one gets outta here alive, cackles the widow surrounded by the South African Secret Service.
The horde as Fripp called what Abdul Eisenstat called the herd have the vespers of Malcolm Cowley. Brian Ferri, friendly with Admiral Crowe, brought in Mike Mullin for Stuart O’Nan and the introduction of Ming Na Wen. Jimmy Crary’s such an asshole, said Dolly Meieren and Vicky Funari. Let’s make porno-films and call it psychiatry. Meieren lined up her crimson colored Guerilla Theater letter to Jimmy that read, “U.S. OUT OF NORTH AMERICA” by her partnership outside the Dakota with Sean Strub and Mark Chapman, adopted by Ringo Starr for the network play. The induction system comes through language offices at private research centers run by Jaime Carbonell for Warhol.
Technically, my writing is copyright James MacRyland Crary, but the assassins see success in the Kennedy assassination as a matter of copyright and slew Shannon Harps by the ventriloquist knife of the harp of Burma over the red cent of Green Party divies. One can hardly deny this was all in motion as a connivance plotted to a Black Man victory at the Two Virgins Fight Club clocked by Martin Sheen and his friends to the AIDS attack. Since Seattle are castrating rivals who do drugs and steal wives for their pet peeves, the magnitude of queer perversion was a slaughterhouse for the toadies in grassroots loyalty to Beatlemania, fulfilling the promise made by Toilet Wilcox to a dying queer that she would burn the queerbait, she promises.
As though singing the soothing rhymes of The Jungle Book, the NAACP come running, lewdly, “trust in me.” The clowniacs of the New Confederacy are for real. They have their knives at the jugular of our public trust and safety, scoffing that anyone can hide from them, or protect themselves from the habits of terror made renown by the Green web. Until Black society understand and admit that they set up the bonus attack by lying about the pussyball syndicate, and the horrible things that were done to me, we can count on nothing but pain, not because I am so super-important that they just about had to do it, but because they did it for the symbols in their brainwashed minds.
Hollywood still holds totality.
This video illustrates the difference between the humanity of a handicapped person and the criminal insanity of Hitler's Hollywood. In 1979 having been murderously aborted as a child in an experiment by the Wattenmaker brothers of Clinton's regime at Pitt whose Green Party attaches went on to murder my father, an experiment that used the lyric motif of Pener Sinfield and King Crimson's first album so brazenly and shamelessly that the authors published the story, in 1979 I hitchhiked from Pittsburgh to St. Louis for no motive at all but desire to hear Robert Fripp play. What did he do? This murdering child molesting scoundrel gave me the starring role in deviant, asinine slanders drummed up by his wife, ATTACKED ME IN THE IMPACTED NEUROPLASM THEY PUT THERE KNOWING I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THERE, denied me medical assistance when I lapsed into seizures, brutally tampered with it, had my only friend who taught me sign language raped, and then mocked me when they poisoned me in my heart leading to diabetes and chemical castration over a girl they said I insulted who remained a virgin after dating me for over a year. Enjoy your pigfucking rehash you cowardly foreign English rock mayhem loving ripper hatter. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ei3TlbMLXMI&t=4s
The murderers forced me to go to the Dakota in NYC from Seattle by train and offer Apology to the criminals who brutally tortured me and raped my loved one. The bonus attack or covid bomb from the assassin lobby is straight from Lennon’s worship of Antonio Artaud’s Theater of the truly Cruel. On the wings of their murder of three more Kennedys, their Jewish muse of Christiandom, the ripper hatter Bob Dylan, syphilized Greenwich Village with a paeon on JFK havin’ to pay called Murder Most Foul, another Katz game rub in the face (but you all love it, don’t n’you?)