It’s quite an irony that the British Government accused James MacRyland Crary of being the most terrible humiliation they have ever seen because of doing things he doesn’t want people to know.   In fact, by direct invasion of mind they announce this system of deriding and degradation. Peter Gabriel thinks of himself as the continuation of John Lennon’s self-described genius in the matter.   Yet the list of crimes committed by the British in hustling up this profile always has to be repeated because they are so disgraceful that the British wouldn’t dream of admitting a single one of them.   It’s not a mystery anymore that the British Government didn’t arrest Gail Burstyn and Leslie Katz, but they did seek to assassinate a standing symbol of Presidential status to organize the corruption of American black muscle for support of the revenge acts from Nazi Germany’s children of World War 2 trying to remake their names at the expense of mine.

         The premise of this darkening article is that the truth about the common casebook concerning the murder of John Fitzgerald Kennedy is not only a text of horror concerning the AIDS attack of the Reagan Administration but also a wheel that firmly puts Donald J. Trump into Executive as a function of this act of Axis rectification.   The evidence for this arrives from Star Trek in their role as socialites and executives of media. An attorney for Hermann Goering’s widow, the man who cheated the hangman at Nuremberg, named Melvin Belli was a Guest Star on Star Trek who beamed down to Dallas in order to represent a pornographer named Jack Ruby. Even though Star Trek Executive media continue to report the Oswald episode, evidence from research concerning the truth about Dallas is very clear.  Our police, media and people are just shy about the evidence.

       We live in a world where the practice of staged seduction and drug bullying isn’t easy to hide.  Monsanto and Bayer are sued for causing lymphoma among gardeners. Many people still feed into the living made by no-count writers of grocery store magazines by worship of movie stars.   It is impertinent for people from Warhol who practice the worst serial abuses of home invasion to jeer that attempts to identify what is happening can’t possibly be the motive behind a victim’s struggle to understand what is engulfing them in terrorist poison crime ordeals. But UW covered for Warhol by concocting the illusion of a race casino. With the help of black men with bad character they used an impertinent LYNCH THE WHITE formula in premeditated processing of the Extermination Equity Plot, giving them a surrogate Presidential Liberal token to ripper for cowhooves therapy.

        The British have a conjob going that the whole world wants the Beatles to be singularly aloof, above responsibility, untouchable, more like a dream, and then have the screaming cowardice to blame a helpless, battered child for not understanding that a boondock Jewess is behind his disappearing act.   Small wonder a black ghoul like Barack Obama steams up from the acid pit to leave his gamer’s tag, “the joke’s on you.” What joke? A line from the script taped by Andrea Swimmer and Thomas Hale Gordon? Andrea Swimmer was with Mary Ellen Tunney, her ward, a visitor at my house on a regular basis with Amilda Tuttle, a close friend of Andy Warhol from school, who carried his phone number in her pocketbook.  Thos. Gordon and Andrea Swimmer were partners with Martin Andelman and Alvar Gonzalez in many lewd ventures, Andelman’s of which include a Wells Fargo takeover. Penis Gabriel brokered their storyline because it offers to make him rich and give cover to his black fantasy candidate from the Axis in covering up the AIDS attack by evoking a defense that even South African Police admitted was beneath contempt, the deliberate brain poisoning of the opposition candidate.

         One of the ratbags who supplied hostility and ammunition for this crowd was Moonunit Zappa.   She was the brainiac who perceived you didn’t have to actually investigate AIDS, you could just blame something abstract like the CIA and then use the disease as a combat weapon of drug varmints getting even with Donald J. Trump’s enemies.   It no more has to make sense than I have to justify seeing the inspiration for the name Ivanka in Ivan the Terrible and Ka- the first syllable of Kasperoski, the dracula of Asian porn who slaughtered me blindside for Donald Finnegan, Donald Ostro, Donald Gruber and I donohue else’s crowd.   Poison is what Moonunit Zappa does. Poison is what she lives for, writhes in her sleep, demands cheese from Moe and Larry to constrain.

         The Star Trek arena used to come to our Jewish Neighborhood where the script team, Michelle Lubin, Gail Burstyn and Leslie Katz would hang out on the corner of MisterRogers’ church, with Leonard Nimoy visiting in the 70’s as the letters began arriving.  George Takei, the starship trooper from the set of John Wayne’s Green Berets, arrived with Penis Gabriel’s term at NASA, Takei’s last name means expensive. Working with Ming Na Wen, who grabbed the script with the help of David Lucarelli of Fox Media, Takei conjured a promissory note of death and millions of dollars for Green Party black Nazi savants who made their names in Seattle stroking the Beatles as philosophers of extermination who don’t even bother to hide their alliance with child-raping murderers from Nazi Germany’s revenge attack in Axis Cinema.  You can see that fact for yourself in The Film Project. They got me banned from Seattle Community College for trying to save the life of Shannon Harps, then poisoned me in the mouth after locking me up for complaining after they ripper murdered her.

        Zappa cyberstalked me to mis-spell into my text “Zappar” for Parents Against Rape their claim that Mt. Desert Island, which was shown to have been pre-planned by a child neuro-hypno-pornography team who also wrote the Constitution for Reagan’s Federal Emergency Management Agency, a gang that publicly joked I was under neurohypnosis, leering that their cold-blooded, unprovoked sadism was Jewish Defense against fear of sexual obsession towards Leslie Katz, rejection trauma, which they mouth poison as a rape threat.   Behind this case are the defense attorneys of Neva Pornography who list thousands of tabloid dialogue utterances capturing the vagaries of the sexual drama clubs, impinging, in which various soap operas of affection and abuse play out. None of these facts were considered relevant. The fact that Leslie Katz was nude with me every night for a year, for which I was derided as “a lapper” and never was set upon in mad passion counted for nothing in their production farce and psychotic game of lies.  The fact that my letter says the exact opposite of what they claimed never mattered. Moonunit Zappa is almost certainly to blame that the Tree of Life suffered a massacre across the street from my house because she got it out as a cry of bloodcurdling hate that they had castrated an American poet for not date raping a Jewish virgin. Some nut probably went berserk, which is just what she wanted all along. Pitt never counseled me about my grief, instead their Union threatened the children in my family.  Pitt never counseled me about the nerve agent they brutally force fed me as a little boy, instead they protected the Wattenmakers as neuro-behavioral researchers working the will of Yoko Ono.

        What this allowed Donald J. Trump to set up was the ultimate spitball.  Using a man named Exler to taunt me, pornographically, with the XXX-slur, “you blew it,” they brought in Midori Goto.  As I suffered accelerated thoughts from seizures due to the nerve agent they brutally poisoned me with, targeted and detonated, they streamlined the Star Trek angle that I was to blame for John Lennon’s murder, saying about every injury they inflicted by torture: “aw, ain’t that sad,” lisping that making them line with envy over my poetry was “torture” and that this is a metaphor for negligence in the AIDS attack, about which they did nothing except lie to protect the perpetrators.  Moonunit Zappa was a neighbor of the Hitler agent working with Reagan named Errol Flynn and a neighbor of Houdini. All of the evidence shows that the Beatles are just as untouchable as they claim, and that Lennon staged his disappearance, Zappa used the language, “beam me up, Scotty,” so he could confer upon Yoko Ono the revenge narrative of an Axis turnaround system. Midori Goto got the job done for Obama.  She had deaf Jeannie raped, and threatened me with AIDS infection while making off with assassins from Pittsburgh working for Neva Corporation in child trafficking, but praised by Texas Queer Magazine and the NAACP. Just call it Pussyball.

         Star Trek went on the air with a choice, you could either watch that half-hour silly little Batman and Robin who remind no one so much as of JFK and his brother Bobby, or you can be a real man, and boldly go where no man has gone before:  Into the cunt of Leslie Sanetta Zappa! You wus.