The Beatles are to the AIDS attack what Donald Trump was to Covid, in fact their specialization in ruin led them to work together on the group project which will eventually enter their mandate of Operation: HEAL.   The parochial savage has a media alliance orbiting Midori Goto as a realist (F) function of the pornography and human trafficking situation in which she pulled strings with John Shulman to orchestrate a Helen of Troy style race war to cover the tracks of the assassination series, built-in by Hollywood gunners as chapters being told by the Mind of the Green Party.  This Axis revenge system was organized by those around Eisenhower watching the United States from within the security towers while masterminding Hitler’s escape reconnaissance for the Dulles Brothers, Rockefeller and Bush.    Yoko Ono found dungeon masters who thrill to perverted disease fetishes to upgrade the weapons systems by contagion arsenal.  The murderers have poisoned me repeatedly.  The question then is what made me so special?

        Greg Karl posted the formulas being used by the Army, all sorts of snotty jabs about subjecting the golem to successive degradations of the X-motive and so on.   The licky chops in the NAACP at the Police Station couldn’t wait to watch the Italian at work Ringo Starr brought in for the hit.  King Crimson was paying good money to WQED to execute plays like the rape of deaf Jeannie.   I do not have proof of that, but the contention is good for research.

         What made me special wasn’t just natural gifts.   The Jews found me easy to bend to their will.   My father had been off the coast of Japan when American muscleheads bet the bank on a nuclear termination.   He authored a book on atomic power with someone named Israel Light and knew Eisenhower.  My mother made off with me, taking pictures with a super bright flash camera and delivered me to Dr. Wattenmaker.  The Hollywood gunners were meanwhile working on inserts to Axis cinema, in anticipation of their trickery (which took the form of Obama) semiotics signifying a bright flash and then Ah, So,...Pittsburgh.  Item mentioned:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzVIS_tBvGA  Far from offering a medal for protecting America society, the Federal Establishment has been poisoning me, raping my loved ones, blackmailing me, stalking the remaining Kennedys and otherwise servicing Ringo Starr, probably on all fours.

      The rabid actually mongered this to sell it and profiteer.   The rabid lisps that the dead are but moths but all is not well when a lantern soils its own nest.  It takes a special kind of conjob to pull off such a mirror of disgrace.   The music of King Crimson stands like the chips of sarcophagus mica over a film of Chinese plastic.   It organized a cover story for the AIDS attack, heaped with prior meditation of gunpoint forgiveness and rabidly chews the carpet with its fraud that I tried to use its name humanizing the monster Reagan.  The shark that barked was a parrot. Brecher and Ono were in on all along, working from Gail Raven and Jack Ruby’s Carousel Club for the fake news fetish of Trump’s media Commission scam, hotwiring in, through a theory of peasant contempt for the stolen yellow Lincoln.  On your knees, with Colin!  Kowtow!

         The vermin snickering from Blackout Media 30 leer over the golem while bragging of inducing a coma while their gyrationists at Carnegie Mellon sneer that they will now hit the play button on queerbait’s voicebox, sending vipers scampering, nattering like ravenous bloodhounds over the trivialities of a broken mind.  My how their breeder women howled over my bamboo flute at the bar.   Donald Trump and Aaron Dixon, mongering nothing but terrorism, lie after lie, have nothing to show for their lives, and are sickeningly compromised by their legacy of evil.  Their goal was to put on a show about loveslavery to the 60’s committed by Bush, spelling out suicide as a mandate to high risk out of love, meanwhile they laughed up their sleeves.  Their gunpoint forgiveness comes armed with a vendetta roster.

         The idea that Vietnam veterans designed toys that would explode when children picked them up has met its match in British loathsomeness.  Anybody seen my baby, they crow from Jaggar Beth oven.   Ming Wen used voice-overs to masquerade as Midori Goto, empowered by Reagan to match wits with Eno-logic with his own deceit.  Prove me innocent by adopting my game, he fulminated.  Brutal and criminal always, every endearment of murder and backstab from the Green Party is the politics of the rabid hustling Last Temptation with biological war.  Claiming that Martha Gellhorn top sacredly address HIM … through me, Obama yammered evil and dementia day after grisly day he was in office, fascistically tormenting the golem in the iron mask of sarinesque to promote his deranged red carpet for Trump.

          South African Secret Service really found a mountebank in Penis Gabriel.  Refusing to humiliate the ANC by poisoning Mandela in the brain, they did one better, they got the NAACP to do it to a white who battled for them, and dangled top dollar for licky chops.