In the plan, UW sociology carefully and specifically used the Bill of Rights and similarity in our views of privacy as a part of dignity to parallel Creary as a white substitute for Trump and provide dacoitery from Jaime Carbonell’s international mis-translation service as a laughing box for the NAACP in Pittsburgh’s alliance with Greater Germany in the donohue revenge of Frankl-topians in the Gurdiev clique of rock derision.   Betting the funny farm against report of Microsoft capabilities, they uploaded a sacred sybill of fluxus to crowd out the dignities allowed a student in Pittsburgh Public Schools. The game is a Chomsky machine intelligence socialist revival of My God vs. Your God, with a deaf comatonic for dummy. All it took was a parochial halfwit in the ROTC going, “Whoo! Whoo!” at the showers. The one primary difference allowed between Trump and Creary was that Trump is allowed to bathe without Youssou Kabugi N’dour howling with laughter.

       CMU godfathers, in the 60’s, used to laugh about the expressions the system, the establishment.  Who is that? The joke was real, they knew that it meant Genesis, and that the firey-est and most virulent antidisestablishmentarianists were masquerading on a headhunt like the Beatles.   Godspell and HAIR worked together as a binary from Laurel Canyon all along. The similarity to Pennsylvania Governor’s School of the film FAME was uncanny enough until found out as a plot function by the James in Children of a Lesser God, the revelation of the title’s meaning by Sufi jinxers, and the presence of Dia.   Like the real issue coming to light in Day of the Condor and Odessa File, the announcement of a war on belief was as loud as Penis Gabriel’s proximity to both Lou Reed and Franklin Graham. The real winner, Ringo Starr, is a tale spinner working the Victor Frankl machine while lisping that it’s just convo and demonstration as bogus as the Beatles.  FAME was a British secret service from Hollywood to lampoon American pretenses as the equal of the Royal, laughing at the slaves like Master in a D.W. Griffith film (DG), “ain’t you as good as me, mammy?”

        It’s well known that Kennedy offended the brilliants by rejecting Operation: Northwoods just as he would have Southwoods, Westwood and Dixon but he fell prey to the witch of Ladybug; he was Captain Marvel’d by his daring Dullescraepft wifeymaniac, helping DeMille and Reagan announce a war upon belief, with thought outlawed by philosophical clawing.   Gail Burstyn laughed at liberalism, “thanks for opening my mind,” (her wise owl pun on splitting Kennedy’s head wiiiiide open) and hissed, “not enough,” while hiring Carmen (indexed for men who own cars they pretend to steal) and the Ford Brothers, setting up Marital Law license for all the good kind. Martial Law doesn’t have to be passed by the courts, it makes a mockery of the courts, and nobody mocks the courts like UW Sociology.