When Dr. and Mrs. Proctor, friends of Heinz and Africologists themselves Black showed me a mountain of horrid German swastikas and a Japanese Kanji they painted on their wall and told me they were ancient the honorary African symbols top sacredly I knew I was in the farthest and weirdest reaches of Centersville.  University is a two-faced operation where slick and cunning theorists collect paychecks by hiding their plotting in innuendo during class.  They work nicely with each other and that is the power station where they defy their controllers by doing their bidding on the very deepest level of believing they aren’t.

        Spike ole Lee has nothing on Bill Gates.  In the hours before President Joseph Biden addresses the nation on the omicron virus (pronounced oh my Crown wireless) Gates circulated a grinning proclamation that the wave we face in uncertainty will be over by Spring less than a week after word came down that a Minnesota hospital had taken out a newspaper ad pleading with the public for help, (see Spike ole Lee to the rescue youtube).  Free speech is fast becoming a loser’s blessing in this awful country.

      Killing people on the streets is a Tacoma normal we all hafta look out for but the bizarre manner that Toxic UW targeted me for ripper mayhem and torture is a new dimension of Ivy League politics for which Pittsburgh set the first standard.  My goal in this essay is to limn the notion that it is the will of Lennon, show where it really comes from and let that stand.  For penis Fripp, the maniacal gibbers of Bush waxing laconic over AIDS is the will of Lennon he calls Kasper, it goes deeper because they suck.

       The attackers rigged it all up with Germanic Dalai Lamaism so that it is self-defeating to testify.   All the same I think we can get somewhere in securing the textbooks.   Pathological hatred exists between the half black and the half whites of Catholic Workers and the Ayn Rand Club.   Turning the morbid monstrosity of their all or nothing plans of loser take all they summon up the fishy folklore of Reagan for an off-Broadway Western called, “The Wounded and the Dead.”  Nightmarishly, our hospital workers tear their hair not even being allowed to hear how all this got so carried away in a rock star’s museum theft lair,, sniffing conductively that getting off for genocide is as simple as two cops walking away from a dead fleeing suspect.

        Squeaky Fromme, Nancy Reagan, Jackie Kennedy and Moonunit Zappa are the Beverly Hillbillies of the Ono braintrust.   So now that the cast of miscreants have been introduced let me see if I can be as specific as possible.  To the extent that we have allowed ourselves to live in a house of poisons, much of this was asking for it by being overly charmed by our own values without properly assessing what could be made of our freedoms by the persuasion of the deranged.  Music played hardball hitting us with narcotics laced by Christian berserkers.  Women’s liberation was a golden opportunity for pornacious lesbians to cackle over leaving marriage a broken home.   Fornicating has never been loyalty.

        Ayn Rand depicted the wails behind the walls of Auschwitz as the cry of the devil precisely because she droned that those of no help to themselves seek only to destroy others.  For her pity was a monstrous emotion.  For Catholic workers, life isn’t worth living if you don’t have such wails with which to cast your lot.  Both Yoko Ono, gruesome hater and moneybag, and Vince Eirene, knight errant of pedophiles, living for the nectar of screams is their totality and Jimmy Creary is their Holy Sucker.

          My mother had a cleaning woman about whom she told a story, we all liked her.  On her seventh child, mother explains that she told her where babies come from and the lady was astonished, didn’t realize, back in the days of Discovery ‘66.  I said mom, she was putting you knowitall white lady on and mother percolated with fury of a sort only known to mom, exhibiting how many times she had told the story and how much stock invested.  Rick Santorum never fails to defend Pedo-Donald by lisping and leering and tsk’ing and denouncing that baby Jimmuh cried in horror over his first pedo-conjured abortion as an early teen.

         Lateral pass to Seattle Black Panthers and the Gates/ole Lee menagerie are at it again.  

        The depths of the swamp are toxic and mired in despicable allusion from the fiefdom of HitlerReagan most lucid and sadistic minion, penis j sinfield, fornicating nostril.  A symbiosis of braggart evasion permeates their terrorism.  They spell it all out, covid and all and groon, “NAAAH”. When Walker Percy told me privately, “beware the delectations of despair,” he clearly had all mapped out his reading of “Foucault’s Pendulum.”

         It turns out that all those decent people lined up at cheap hotels making whoopy are just legitimate members of the human race, not spiritual tests.