Over the years it has been said to me that what Hitler did was not exceptional, that no one remembers the Armenian Genocide, that Andrew Jackson did it to the Indians (Native Americans) and so there was no reason to be so smug about the United States when carrying on about Mao or Stalin. Trump is one of the only people I have ever seen in the limelight who takes such guidance so to heart he can casually do the same. Mocking his own handiwork, Allen Dulles said of the Warren Commission that only a handful of university professors would read it so who cares. One of my own professors, now at Harvard Divinity School, Seyyed Hossein Nasr left Iran, which he calls Persia, during its revolution and lost many precious manuscripts which met the fate of the Library of Alexandria, all totally destroyed. Basically we know that that information did not stop Adolf Hitler. The pre-emptive framing going on with the crisis in America in 2020 concerning the Covid-19 medical bomb has rendered off-limits rational discussion, an off-limits classification very similar to the way in which the elderly were consigned to abandonment in what in fact was plotted in advance to be a geriatricide and many thanks, America, for being so understanding and accommodating. Why not vote for him again?
Reading people complain about my vocal mannerisms, they object that I speak well and yet they just can’t follow me. Why not cut those parts you know aren’t ma and pa kettle, son, they casually aside to me. A few surpassingly cool, with self-regard, intimate with the wise owls, gurgle their agreement, full-knowing that those who understand are violent mercenaries. In the Klu ofthe CoVid Crime ah AH ah. If you followed the last of the 80’s DVD’s you might -
Remember how Zappa monkey play all anti--Reagan suspicious the CIA whilze he go laugh’n up his sleeve to Colin Powell and Zell/Green? His penis Pener Gabriel wrote the alibi for a series of war abominations like 911 and anthrax set to the tune. His byproducts ain’t sayin’ shit this time. Because Zappa is a piece of shit who was with Donald Trump all along. Zappa carefully mongered his absurdist, gonzo zine pseudo position so no one could probe any differently but to his Dead End. The Covid Bomb is another one of their doozies. The evidence is good and jamming. It takes work to know, you have to want to know, but it’s overpowered by the script they wrote, the one they sell, making a laugh out of killing the Kennedys, oh bloodcurdling, oh, hahahaha.
When you look at the most important ally Trump had in the AIDS Onslaught, Dyzlexter King, you realize how shabby America has become because the script was about his own father’s murder and Dexter hasn’t remarked at all that the death squad from Yoko Ono murdered Saoirse Kennedy and has publication called The Gun aiimed from the script at me in Soho Crime books. Blacks don’t seem to really like courage, like when I recounted being saved by two unknown black boys from a terrible beating at the hands of an armed gang of klansman the Pittsburgh NAACP jeers me, sneering that I am trying to aggrandize myself. I guess it fails to properly trivialize white death. King didn’t get into this because of the ka-ching he made keeping the Trump deal in the off-limits zone relative to discussion, a ghost charge.
The system was built to deceive by and Trump realized he could pull it off to the max. The pre-emptive framing concerns such trumped up claims as that I was negligent in a script that Lennon performed after reading the book about his own murder. The doubles dared. It ends like a scream coming from the pig pen of Orwell for the Duke of Windsor, do it to her, you scream when faced with the very idea that reality slips back and forth between what you know has to be true and the only other real explanation. Clocked to the meaningless they burned oil fields to the publication of Perfect Storm, a treat for Woody Allen’s Shakespearean zeitgeist. All the world’s not only a stage, but Elizabeth Theater for Stormin’ Norman to star and then call his sister
I think of the way the NAACP gloated castrating a white approved by the Ku Klux Klan and cerebral British rock stars, concerning how I was attacked by men named Ronnie and Caspar and tortured as a child, while another one named Donald broke my sister’s ribs. I donohue wouldn’t realize that was just a coincidence and assure me it’s only a movie for the cows that moo.
