If you wonder why the pigs are at the Jump-and-Holler about my porno, a dull topic, it’s not for sale, it’s an exhibition and justified Cinema Paradiso necessary for Law Enforcement discussion regarding the evidence that Hollywood and its Neva adjunct planned the AIDS attack and hid the evidence for the pyre in the material they published.  This is clearly criminally insane. Dec. 7th, the start of the Wuhan Flu is just not an innocent date. From all that I can see in this Law Enforcement Administration has allowed what was done to me, its style, consistency and outrageous brutality in their chain of command as conduct allowed against innocent, non-violent, disabled persons, I say plural because the girl who taught me sign was punished.  It’s not just the corona, the absurd, criminal things they did, meaning so far, openly, detected and yet ruthlessly ignored are gargantuan obscenities. In as much as it is a game for them, they are pushing Stanley Milgram as the Grand Wizard of the Beatlemaniacs.

      Stanley Milgram, if you don’t know, whose experiments were featured on the records of a notorious murderer named Peter Gabriel’s So, showed that casual volunteers to an academic experiment would subject protesting volunteers to terrible shocks when given the order to do so.  Nobody is more vicious, ripper, and criminally crazy with zeal than the Warhol groupies Gabriel uses for bioterror en masse. He shouts, ‘but I am the one protesting!’ and laughs with glee that no one questions him, not even the friends of someone he admits using for extermination.   I woke up to a voice my soul cannot escape, “I will drop the charges when I feel like it,” and it only dangerous for me to testify to it.

        What we are living through is an insignificant person elevated to world stage for a humiliation on the order of a Jew tried before a Hitlerian mob conjured by Big Brother Media in secret.  Covid-an expressly encrypted symbol of (Conscientious Objective to Adult Video) is target bracketed exactly for my risk frame of enterprise and the assassin lobby, hearing I had fallen sick to what I hope is allergies after several trips to Chinatown spouted, “fair enough,” one of their fluxus refrains in organ barter from Gurdjieff cult.  Do you think that fluxus, their expertise, was found art, too? It was planned. The Axis planned this as a turnaround statement with Yoko Ono at the helm.

        When Aum Shinrikyo doomsday (DD) cult launched sarin nerve agent in a Tokyo subway, a Harvard professor, Haruki Murakami, took it up.  He cited the fact that the followers stated openly their admiration for Robert Fripp and his Gurdjieff cult, about whom I have reported terrible mutilation torture and en masse death plans.   However, the Japanese are covering for Fripp. They make his death island pornography study in extermination infection warfare out to be some sort of tarantella as though Covid is still dancing out the hatred of those who released AIDS in a frenzy of covert sympathy for the afflicted listeners of Lou Reed.  Eno’s slavish lobbying for Bush must be what he meant by a great transformation.

        Yammering works well when you are drowning out victims of Senegalese Isis terror, and I donohue would see J-gunner in a K bug bout dat, but it tends to backfire when the yammer tries to pass off Swami Nostra in tuttering editorials criticizing the Presidential oaf for his psychotic laughter about Wuhan Flu death among the Seattle elderly, where the target object awaits Shinto Judgment from Star Trek’s new generation.   The script which shows that Donald Trump was Kennedy’s enemy in 1963 is a one-two punch from left and right where the NAACP intellectuals forged a statement against human rights by squeezing me into Section 8 as a sacrifical voodoo doll announcing, for Reagan yet, African logo-warfare against symbol objects they call “fair enough” settlance to the ancestors, while touting ugly Nazi German swastikas as no Jim they are sacred African warrior symbols!  Warrior! Warrior!

          1961, the year of JFK’s glory as President of the United States of America, a seemingly gorgeous film of the Playboy era’s fantasy coquettes was issued starring a woman with Hitler’s initials.   This is no idle slumming. The audience were not people who knew that Hitler was in partnership with the powers that be in Hollywood, nor did Americans yet realize that what came to be known as The Warren Commission were a reality control version of Big Brother.    The film, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, showering affection on a socialite Tiffany Coquette, loyal to Paul, whose ringleader Jacqueline Onassis was in position as the Passenger referred to by Gail Carolyn Burstyn (a ghost writer homophone nom de guerre), who knew all about what Leni Reifenstahl was doing in Africa, is a film with allusions to permanent fixtures in the romance of Axis Hollywood.   While certainly few Americans have heard of the Swedish film star Kirstin Sooderbaum (Christian soldier bomb?) who was central to the stardom in Nazi Germany, we know of her trophy moment before a mirror from foreign documentary Hitler’s Hollywood available in Amazon, which taunts the viewer with foreign catch me if you can, the image before the mirror is richly alluded to in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.  It should be pointed out that Penis Gabriel put a Tiffany Coquette in charge of Gail Burstyn’s defense team at Warhol, a poisonous lout named Amanda Harcourt, when he promoted his world stage persona of humiliation: James Crary for his tool on So.

There is also a flash in one eye of her shades when Mickey Ronnie-velt appears as a Japanese man signifying King Edward’s eye-for-an-eye semiotic over Hiroshima that has been demonstrated over and over as a function of his Church of England dominance with DeMille created in the mid-20’s on his social tour focusing on Hollywood and New York financial power.

          Few Americans knew that Ingrid Bergman, when she played my penpal Martha Gellhorn in For Whom the Bell Tolls, was from Nazi Axis Cinema where her career began.  They don’t understand the significance of Henry Mancini’s daughter Monica singing, “Remember” in promotion of the Cinema Paradiso, post trumping of Mz. Go/to, in Neva Capitol Records of the dark Apple cast.    Bergman pilfered Gellhorn’s persona with a tip of the old Franco hat just as Cliff Robertson gunned JFK’s persona in the dark plot of anthrax over which he hovered like God in a private plane. See the facts. Robertson and his Burstyn crowd ghouls were phoning me in the 70’s and went to both Dealey Plaza and NY on 911 to watch.   

         In the forged world of Donald Trump nothing matters less.   

You can see the Wizard of the film Network in the great chain of Hitler-Reagan cinema (Network is where Trump made his debut in the mid-70’s as the God of media) in Wizard of Brazil where a child, little boy, becomes betrothed to the fat old lady outside the saloon in the looking glass to the future of Cinema Paradiso’s “Remember.”