The inquiry into upper class Black-o-Advocacy for the atrocity begins in the literature that NAACP intellectuals hammered out as their special and unique place, filled with mandatory tribute passages and so on, such as Ofari Hutchison’s claim that questioning a Black man intent to destroy the USA is assassination of the Black image communicated by all those who struggled for freedom because it makes the mindset of unprovoked violence into the bad doll stereotype, therefore, he disciples laugh, their affirmation of Manson over Saoirse Kennedy is justified in getting even.  Unable to distinguish right and wrong outside of their schism of race war, they are easily recruited by white eugenics giants into the science of extermination plans.

     Observation WITH, not AT, the British snivellers ravaging the carpet the Power Distance Indicator of MAS and its used by Tulsi Gabbard in the Covid bomb.   Patiently teaching crucial but simple concepts to a Federal magistrate with the brains of a child takes work in emotional sturdiness but pattern recognition, while daunting when faced with seeming imbecility, is inherently necessary as a structured approach point of departure to encouraging honesty, dignity, bearing, poise and many other virtues you might fraudulently assume to find in domain.  Between endurance performances, the lackluster Judge turns to his Saoirse Kennedy dartboard with Roman mirth twisting its biased jowl having achieved bless of the Left through domination by mutual derision in catastrophe mongering ego grandiosity at the open mic, bullies of every direction for terrorism, spitting at what they grin to be defending.

        MAS in other words, standing for Masculinity in the Power Distance Empire preaching love only for the KIA were annexed in Covid recipe mongering to Mary Anne Steiner of He’s Dead, Jim from Bard College plying Danton’s Tod and slithering out of seduction to the tune of golem-zombie compliance so they could magically transform by Viking law failure to pop the virgin into rape for injectioni war games in the benevolent war game of Covid, after Ovid and Cohen’s Two Virgins Pussyball.  Notice the Judge leering and impaling the Saoirse photo with a dart.