I was used by the US Government for a population control measure and given the Social Security number beginning 1984 as part of a deal with the British Union of Fascists made by the University of Pittsburgh’s NAACP who contracted for my birth as a special monkey exhibition for their death row vivisection crime.  I don’t know how the United States could have become so evil.  Although it has been made to look like a revenge attack by Yoko Ono empowered by Ciinton, Biden and Trump over Ringo Starr and Robert Fripp’s larger than life bad blood over a script written about the virginity of Leslie Katz, preying on a demand for entitlement to an old man’s life work, in which Ono succeeded in chemically castrating me, making Warhol films of me being seduced by a hireling who claimed she was engaged to me, raping my deaf advocate and killing Saoirse Kennedy, she has an arsenal of AIDS victims in the transvestite community eager to draw more blood in carnage for their carnival of terror in the name of John Lennon.  The newspaper industry has long agreed to lie for her.  It is part of Queen Elizabeth’s storybook play, a lifelong ordeal, engineered with the help of MisterRogers and WQED. I was birthed by contract to SONY mission attendants Michael Tive, Peter Sinfield and Midori Goto in a sexual control tower operation that has been publication restricted by the Executive Branch.  The authors of Reagan’s Federal Emergency Management Agency plan placed me in Falk Medical Library in 1984 for the incoming AIDS trauma after having me in D.C. with their attorneys when Reagan pretended to be shot, so testifying could be classified as treason.   By this means, the Liverpool British Union of Fascists, a secret society including the Beatles, engineered the greatest usurpation of power the world has ever seen.  They built an Ark of vultures led by Ono and Obama.

       My father may have seemed like one of many war heroes who had stabilized America’s mission with the G.I. Bill after World War Two but he was actually a very unusual fellow.  Clearly he had thought if God gave his son to the earth for his purposes, he may as well follow suit.  Birthing me in a place called the Ruskin before watchers of the NAACP named Nathan and WQED’s Proctor, they gave me a book by John Ruskin, “King of the Golden River,” to observe how the white comes to think it is special.  They took me in tears of rejection to a place on the outskirts of the city called Storybook Forest where I was photographed with a bright flash that hurt my eyes under a lynching limb of a tree.

        The script called for a union jailbait to seduce me as a child and take me hostage to fear from sexual trauma.  This was case managed by Nicholas Dibarno, an attorney working for Ringo Starr with Gail Burstyn who used titles at Pamela’s Restaurant to show their hand in regional show business of this dimension.  It was a birthing concept from the Carousel Club cartel at Dallas Police Headquarters with long reach to University of Washington in Tacoma and East Liberty District of Highland Park, where the Karl Family kept the block watch.

         The catcalls and black operations of Warhol and Ono have long embarrassed the United States but continue to enjoy cover from the Seattle Police Department even now that they have gunned down hundreds of thousands of Americans with the covid bonus attack by their assassin squad.  After faking Lennon’s death, (my father used to laugh and say, “Let’s not and say we did,” all the time when something he didn’t want to do was proposed.   He met with the Beatles before their rise to seal the deal) the British Union of Fascists had a power play in the title claim to usurpation rights as restoration of the Japanese Axis.  Using this death claim as their camouflage they authored AIDS, made money on it with the help of the Pitt NAACP selling me into slavery (to this day they cruelly obsess in home invasion over my erectile dysfunction and isolation, charity jacking even my poetry for their strange robbery). As is typical of King Crimson, the subordinate of the Beatles who mongered dominion in Pittsburgh where I preferred their intellectual music and was always drug shy of the more ravenous Beatles, they backstabbed Ryland and he was murdered under the secret flag of the German Green Party by Tive. They set to work making me feel what I cudda had if I had saved John Lennon, a key concept of the long plotted enterprise.   They launched 911, even though the perpetrators who photographed themselves gloating before the World Trade Centers with knives drawn called me in agency on the Japanese Anniversary of Pearl Harbor in 1980, launching the Blue House murders, the ripper attack on Shannon Harps, two virgins pussyball, the murders of Donnie Chin, Saoirse Kennedy, fanatically shadowing my letter to the Kennedys to have it delivered with the disappearance of two more family members. Like the angry, envious little black boy I once saw battering a well heeled black student carrying notebooks, Seattle Police yammered, “Our Gamer Son Wasted Your Honors Student” at the mouth poison “recovery” center.

         It is impossible to get help from the British Union of Fascists and their alliance in the Postal Union with the NAACP and WQED.