The iconic myth of the hypocritical white liberal is taken for such a given that white people step on confused white peers using it to get privileged by black power.   In fact, it isn’t political, it’s anthropological and I have studied this in the field at locations of Pittsburgh and Seattle.  Ironically, these regions don’t see eye to eye, but this topic grooves them as a tie that binds.   What makes it anthropological isn’t only that there is a mystery gap in explaining the arbitrary way that black power figures take to white subordinates or reject them but also that the war for position in schools has to hotwire around the issues of incomprehension attending deafness without triggering alarms by admitting I was tortured.   The function of the intellectual structure that holds the myth in place isn’t mysterious at all, however.  It is just a little bit topsy turvy but required to alibi gangsterism.

        To show how simple this is, I need only explain, then when you see how easy it is to understand the depth of the problem being voided by false constructs about racism is a little clearer, because the root of the problem is that the white isn’t being hypocritical except when actually catering to the expectations of the black power, which will never be satisfied, because of its need for an alibi.

       So what after all was wrong with the queerbait that necessitated mouth poison by the officials of Sound Mental Health by the index named Tangney’s faction?    No matter how often I printed the sort of prose that may have gotten Sundiata shot for noting to be sincere, no matter how many times I sat for hours with the black clients and allowed them to share, no matter how many times I related my mother’s work with black students and my father’s commitments to human and civil rights, there was the judgment that I was hiding something, that I am not up front, that I was lying.  Well, true, about black collusion in torture and the AIDS attack but I thought that’s what you wanted.  You just can’t please Ted Nugent’s pals.

         So the crux of the issue is that by being sincere to the premises of the movement I become the hypocritical white. 

         It is possible that the NAACP faction in Pittsburgh who lied about how I was tortured by the klan, used me for pornography and covered up their profit taking in the AIDS attack knew covid was coming.  I found the term geriatricide in my CCAC notebooks.

        Already everybody picks on me about my deaf foibles.   That would be bad enough even if it hadn’t been done deliberately for the psychotic satisfaction of the University’s Administrative program.   The dogma that arises in the theater of just getting even which isn’t a system of justice, quite the opposite, is very muscular in black power circles.  The argument they pose is hard to bear.  Would you rather go down unrecognized in the good fight where you don’t even get credit for your hardship or do wrong, have fun and get ahead?   It only creates problems for them when the alibi up that protest rights are the pursuit of justice, because the issue is the absence of justice and admitting that they can’t bear, it circles back to the issue of satisfaction and revenge, which isn’t justice, it’s targeting innocent people.  But we have had innocents lynched.  That’s very true, because of the absence of justice.  You can’t really slip that knot, but you can say, I’d rather just get ahead.

        Pittsburgh knows who they are typecasting as surely as Obama was ain installation from the Bush Administration’s military planning.  J.B. for example crocodile fingered a legal document I needed while working with Stuart Sheppard the man who the NAACP forgave for saying Jiggiboo and not me for asking why he was doing that.   Sheppard is the only man who knew about crocodile fingers.   JB is like John Booth.  The Confederates are a team.  It is this pale white liberal concept of justice that always fails us they are gathered to hoot.  They want the strong.  Proctor couldn’t stand sissies, he wanted to punch Martin Luther King.  His friend Nate loved to knock out whites.   We know the liberal whitesuck is a genetic racist.  However why was I so delighted by Nathan in the crib, the black man who was nice to me the first time we met and so shocked by his suspicious glare the next time, still in the crib?  Why was he so angry and act like I wasnt supposed he was there when my stepmother cried out for him when her gallstones shifted?

       Nate Nate was watching me for Storybook Forest.

   America was conquered by script.   Knowing what that script really says rather than what the Obamas are selling for Warhol and Trump is history.    The hardboiled liars from mega-entertainment media howl with derision laughing what does it matter if we followed script if the script is true?   The script is psychologically consistent with their need for the weak liberal icon to despise.   Although they talk of reading between the lines if I leave out deafness, severe neurotrauma, brutality, head injury, they won’t mention it.  Where this leads is to the significant finding of the true meaning of an assignation by a woman named Lauren to lead the play of disappearing Kennedys.  Lauren Slayton is the slay morpheme from Mt. Desert Island where her sidekick was a girl who wore two fists full of rings, getting hiring O from the golem.  Haddit coming was one of her favorite lines.

          So what are we talking about here if not a Union partnership between Kuntu Theater and Neva Corporation, obviously, brokered by Warhol for the red carpet ride to power provided for Trump by the Obama installation.  Michelle Obama has a different set of planks she sells her situation by.  She remarks that all racism is internalized these days and requires introspection but what she means is loyalty to the designated Disney dolls.   Kuntu staged an incident at Salvation Army.  A Christian hottie in the racks was accosted at the counter with bellows from a black man saying he would take her to court for her wrongdoing.  I saw no evidence of anything.  You are supposed to choose sides.  Fuck that.

          Neva Pornographic Corporation appointed a Christian to a very important advisory role.  After the Union gave the golem head at the Chomsky meet up, they said stall until he backs out then play like a promise was broken.  The asians was laughing hord.   Kuntu just stands for Two Cunts, it doesn’t mean anything special African no matter what they say, it was all Two Virgins Pussyball clocked to the AIDS attack.

         Sowing terror makes the leaders of the Green Party feel cunning.  Law in America has still managed to bring out for a few readers some descriptive content concerning the criminally insane.    When I approached Herr Goto in 1993 it was to team up and warn, to attempt to stop the bonus attack, to attempt to persuade the National Guard to address the Israelis behind the Burstyn script.  Herr Goto had the same idea as a partner with Burstyn for the other side, and construed the ordeal she precipitated as a petition for her favor.    Professor Harrison demonstrated the same concern for my notebooks that I have had about getting warning to my peers in the public.   It would have been nice if the NAACP had their heart and soul concerned with Pittsburgh Public Schools and recognized that I needed help.   

        Proctor enjoys stories like Wilma Coon, destroying a white boy’s life, getting it castrated, poison it in the mouth, while engaging its trust.  Following the Administrative line that they were just doing it to me they used lying to me as a resourceful method of lying to the public and stalling for the bonus attack while the Green Party mugged me.   They billed the gangster film Brother that Inaugurated Obama as just the natural outcome of getting ahead.  For UW’s ticket Mary suggested I was false, false to holy in not giving James a Japanese science fiction film I shared with them that I worked hard to secure, by rights his she howled false false for was it not his birthday and their divine right to confiscate?    All of this was billed as just the natural outcome of racism.  Usually I roll with the punch when it comes to theft of my personal soul trophies, but they were all stalling for the bonus attack.

         Lying about the AIDS attack.

         Since Midori had no trouble play acting she was forced to do service for Trump in this horrible crime, she was able to shimmy to the limit with her counter-allegations that I was the one lying, forcing me to return a letter from Opal’s husband, the only that ever came from my grandfather’s loving friend, while stabbing Shannon Harps to death for Shannonopal Greene. Penis McCartney plying his carrot for a gang called Cart put together by MisterRogers and Paul Runco, they had Nordenberg in Pittsburgh pouting about being bothered with sissy carping about justice, while mongering the loopholes in pedophile legality for the Jews.   

        The rabid back what they are doing, the destruction of America, with chapters of speculation heaped with the necessary iconography of Obama’s syphilitic Svengalism.   Michael Reagan has his favorite scene, the bukkake party where little Jimmy was plastered in his sleep by everyone McManus had assembled for Poor Pig.   Fripp’s Director’s Cut included a crying shame of epic gastroenterological suffering, endless poofing on a train to try and apology at the Dakota, no horror is too much for the rabid, but Dixon’s favorite scene is more practical, he colluded in torture and covered for mass murder until the golem in seizures shrieked the title of a Dick Gregory book, so he could jump down hold pee pee, “SEE SEE!!!”

        The whole thing was an ugly thing to do and yet somewhere in the sick mind of Tony Levin this is all seen as art. Item: Geiger had a cooperator named Truman Shemp which condensces to Trump and signifies his contempt for America in victory.