American History now has an important acid rock feature: James MacRyland Crary was an object of Extermination that proved AIDS an attack, but he didn’t catch the virus in evil hour, held records of the Extermination plan so in terms of being put to death was just one of the subjects, to be thought of dismissively; and anyway we don’t talk about that because the film rights are too important. As far as Hollywood and Obama were concerned, the fact that he wasn’t given AIDS is an injustice. This is a very celebrated victory of Ringo Starr and the Important People over unimportant people like the ones Greta Thunberg keeps whining about. King Crimson, an acid rock band, succeeded invisible-izing their target: Crary, and deriding the achievements of my father and grandfather, smothering them under the carnage of their British mercenary wheel. Pink Floyd and Clint Eastwood took turns working over the deaf man they had all of them serially molested. Stamps being expensive and reading habits being in short supply there is little I can do at a school where students are put down for talking. But the acid rock feature is there, buried in what Bush called the death of history, which is to say refusal to mourn discovery of the Texas Schoolbook.
In 1978, addressing the graduates of Harvard, Alexander Solzenhitsyn said, “a society without an objective legal system is a terrible place indeed, but a society built on the letter of the law is not quite worthy of man either.” Yesterday, Congress got rid of the idea of objective law with the announcement by honorary Republican attaches of the President that they weren’t having anything to do with objectivity during the Impeachment of a King. Trump had made short work of the letter of the law. His rude behavior is meant as an awakening.
What Trump and his friends at Warhol did with the script they denied Reagan authored is fairly well known for the art of fascism that unfolded from their claws, notoriously the photograph of Diamonda Galas outside of the World Trade Centers flashing her stiletto as a stakeholder in the bank robbery of the century and anthrax attack all while promenading herself in Seattle as the Harriet Tubman of the HIV positive. Trump has roaming bands of headhunters like the Seattle Green Party attacking people with tomahawks as part of her legend mongering. Then there’s the Rose note that the FBI was interested in.
The short sketch of the abomination is that I was drafted by the pyre builders in Neva pornography, Central Catholic and MisterRogers’ Neighborhood to die by AIDS as a noble calling and example of non-violence worthy of fifteen minutes of Yoko Ono’s cackling. The longer version is a little more sluggish, with deafening bragged about in letters, Temple University, again publically, declaring the hit job a “barbecue,” the rape of my deaf advocate, serial poison crime by faculty of arts in the University and multiple homicides designed for terror. The human and civil rights issue of a student being molested was easily subordinated to the ideological issue of an Oliver Stone Hollywood proje”kc”t. Reagan, they claim, didn’t write the script that he insisted being enforced. One of the lingering questions of the celebrity superstate is whether Edgar Martinez so believes in Reagan’s judgment that he will publically stand with the Invisible Man in announcing to the world that Roberto Clemente would bless the rape of a retarded girl with epilepsy as an Aztek sacrifice to the Gods of Youssou N’dour.
The whole show was a countdown of arguing with the injection needle of UW Sociology on a warpath and the warpath is an acid rock achievement. They turned over the keys of incitement to the very same murderers behind the attack. The attorney hired by the Beatles is named Amanda Harcourt. All the while that Amnesty International was being set up as an International network, its insider cult were waiting to hear from me. Appeal to us, they laughed, appeal to us, so that we can burn you as a paranoid schizophrenic. They were the hand that sent the letters to me they were waiting to blame me for, an irregular act of the Poe-imitating Penis J. Sinfield, a scarlet letter eugenicist from Neva and Laurel Canyon’s crowd.
For someone looking beyond the limited information these murderers provide, the legend of Laurel Canyon is a little bit stale by now: Errol Flynn, Reagan’s go-between to Hitler, lived there with Manson, Zappa and Houdini, while King Crimson and Lennon worked out the details of his disappearing act with Boris Karloff at the Dakota. Reagan’s FEMA and Pentagon Disney attorneys took me to D.C. where he waved to me the night before pretending to be shot. Their brochure is telltale, reading, “there is no such thing as objective reality only what the jury believes.” There is no such thing as objective law in Washington, as of yesterday’s announcement, either. Having rigged the whole thing this way, they have forced me into slave labors.
UW Sociology is my suspect in the murder of Iowa Molly, a namesake of a child in my family, killed in prelude to the murder of Saoirse Kennedy. It does wire up. Prof. Avella talks up his class about the guilt someone feels not giving a dollar to a hobo, without mentioning the years and years of violent conditioning by the Pitmans that went into such guilt trauma, or the meaning of the implication that you are entitled not to. UW was doing this at the scene of S. Harps’ death in Seattle, too. Avella, like the killer of Molly, is Latin. Andrew Cho, named for Gen. Aung San, using his American alias, while strutting around campus in the mocking sign language of as if his hands are tied over his head, mocked how I was poisoned in the mouth in his class, as did several of his student mercenaries, putting the names of the master Lawyer behind the Burstyn script, Nicholas, and the poison signifier, Daisy, please don’t eat the daisieze, on his book about Donnie Chin, in whose death he is a suspect. He is of course a Lucifer empowered copper. Working not only with Daisy Ball but Ming Na Wen on pussyball.
Ming Na Wen is pure spiteful Pittsburgh evil. She set up the Kelly School incident, whose Syrinx-playin’ classmates orchestrated the death of my father. She was a brainstormer of depredating on the neuroplasm they impacted and calling it my personality with a spinal tap maniac named Jaime Carbonell whose favorite hobby is mistranslation via international computer. Just say the first thing you think when what we implanted comes into your head and Penis Gabriel will ignite the Alternative Conflict Resolution bombs, she laughed with Dr. Vaulx-Smith. She and Thos. Gordon worked Neva voice-overs for Ringo Starr and Gail Burstyn.
Gail, by the way, the British made a point of naming their leader of Extinction Rebellion. If you want to live you must lead non-violently as a victim of the plaguecraft of your betters. I made memo, since money isn’t a big issue with me, of where things are in that domain in facebook yesterday, I was so crippled by trauma as to pen, “I've never lived above the poverty line. I don't much complain. I don't take from others. I'm not committed to voluntary poverty for the same reason. I think people should work with the government, not as the government. We shape the opinions of lawmakers. I assume that's how it should be. That shows you what I mean, though, by how I am being threatened with money. The murderers want me to put my money where they poisoned me in the mouth. It's a fetish for them, not really a political philosophy.” This is true. I was designated a special function of their Venus Fly Trap, the offering by which Ono tithe’s Seattle Queers by murder spectacle.
Even though it is true and you can make reality plain, the Press, Seattle Pravda, will never explain. There is, then, the Rose note, mentioning Daytona in the lead up to Saoirse’s assassination, just as Pittsburgh made clear their hand in JFK’s Jr.’s service to Amanda Harcourt’s psychological ploy.
The Smithsonian worked on this with Penis Gabriel, drumming up the hillbillies in Pittsburgh and publishing U Gambira. There’s something eerie about that name, it was U Gambira. Aung San, the woman, once posing as the non-violent buddha, is now known for a handmaiden of Mitch McConnell. Our new Gandhi, sixteen year old Greta Thunberg, has been told to mind her place, and preach when referring to the acid rain over the Rohingya.
UW and Hollywood work a cruel number on non-violence in a language den which is full of stage fright, stagecraft, zombie television gore and hyperbole. The murderers of S. Harps smashed me in the face with a basketball and I wrote down how I was feeling and shared it with a friend.
UW perpetrators, rivals who wanted me deaf and diagnosed not only to hide a grim charade of hustling pornography black market files since brutalizing me in childhood, but as rivals in academia jumped down hold pee pee, “A THREAT@! DEFSUKKE! A THREAT!!! YOU MUST WANT POISONED IN DUH MOUFF!!!!”
The letter to Leslie Katz Wen and Fripp used to justify the ripper attack on S. Harps says the opposite of what they claimed, they brutally tortured me, raped my deaf advocate and threatened to murder the children in my family if I didn't write down a threat and share it with a friend as an attempt at anger management so they could justify the AIDS attack.
In court I called this patient-bashing.
As you can see the murderers were demanding compliance from me to produce an alibi for them or they would murder more hostages. This is where Molly first came up in their chatter.
In one of the chat, Philosophy Healthychat, that the Warhol tabulators frequent, I mentioned that I was going to “shoot” insulin. It was a figure of speech, “I have to shoot.” They sent in quizlings from Vegas and shot up the city on cue. Then there’s the Rose note. This is like a Merkel miracle, for her globetrotting Greta. You must be normal, an inspiration to poets, because even if your hyperbole meant make the politicians vote responsibly, the Rose notes are in the Wings, myuh.
