The problem with academic intellectuals and places like Seattle Left, who have no problem cutting deals with riff raff in Pittsburgh against a real intellectual resistance like mine, is that above all they haven’t read Moxyland, easily the most important political book about the 80’s, as important as Orwell’s 1984, and unlike Orwell written by someone who doesn’t have America’s best interest in mind, it is from a South African Europe making a mockery of the stubborn loyalty that assholes from the so-called Beatles crave while rubbing our faces in what their Moxyland has done.

      The rabid in bands like King Crimson established murdering domination over me as a helpless victim of torture.  Even though I hitchhiked from high school, near deaf and with next to no money, from Pittsburgh into the darkness of the deep of nightmare in East St. Louis, which is top of the charts for violence in the USA, just to hear the mongerer Robert Fripp play guitar, a gesture of faith in his lies over which he gloated ravenously for years, these tired beastial psychopaths openly and without remorse sided with the most craven and sinister slanderers in the city of Pittsburgh and continue to belch that it is some sort of bond between us.

      So that’s the problem with academic intellectuals, that they can be derided, mocked and even sit back and watch one of their own mutilated by fascist eccentrics who made the same mockery of JFK, and not even want to understand what they are doing. One of the most widely respected Generals to object to appeasement against Hitler’s Germany was monographed by a scholar for standing up to an era he called, “Fearful Egoism and the Shadow of War.” What but fearful egoism could possibly be used to describe the slobbering willingness by love song doggerelists in a scheme willing to destroy the world over petty frauds of their psychotic invention?

Our society shares in the disgrace of the evil they have allowed.