Something about what the rabid did and how they did it reminds me enough of the language in a message to a leader in the Little Saigon District who calls himself President Tran.  In some cases where a person is dignified, construing them as low in character leading to disgrace can cause dreadful, unfair injury.  Muck-raking and scandal-mongering are therefore rightly shunned by persons of public reputation.  In light of this, I assured a person who seemed wary of my views that I extended the floor to them but added, if it should be found that you were involved as a leader of rank in the AIDS attack, I will make you wish you were dead.  I clearly over-estimated the good character traits of Pittsburgh and Seattle.  None of the people behind either AIDS or COVID care a hoot that it is clear, to the contrary they are cheering and asking more favors from the women.  Yet the idea that the rabid noxiously obtained this note for Jaime Carbonell plays out as a reasonable investigative request.  Jaime’s gang are known to stroke through my hyperbole looking for caustic remarks by which to stage terrorism.  For example, I spoke of shooting when I took insulin in a chat who mongered it into a usage corner to orchestrate the Los Vegas massacre by and this is far from the only example of how the rabid have stunned the body politic by acting out their evidence for their guttersnipe allegation that free speech is far too dangerous to allow.  In other words, Dialectical UW weaponized hyperbole.  Mesmerized by their vicious misread, they do as lick chops.

        Of course, the rabid pull it off by saying I’m not with it.  Jaime’s creep show isolate utility terms like shoot to do terrorism but then claim I am to blame for making Louie twist his ankle.  To sing this out for Trumpytune, Penis Gabriel comes prancing, don’t break this rhythm.  With preference for someone always come the explanation they offer.  The self-interest of the Clubhouse in being wowed by Penis Gabriel is always very revealing when played against what he has really done.  Nothing can change his status as a heartthrob but I’ll be happy to show a good example.  Moana Charon gawked in hatred when I replied in style to his mongering at a theater marquis Crimes and Misemenors that he privately admitted arranging for her defense ticket as a patron of Gail Burstyn.  Penis was and still is viciously mongering a deluded plebiscite and excuse me, Mr. Crawford, but I respect the people who died too much to share T-Mobile’s aversion to my CARDBOARD FAN garments; and it really doesn’t matter if I’m right I’m wrong because STATUS equals INFALLIBLE equals ROYALTIES.

        The clubhouse is moving over to the Gates Foundation where a pair of giant Van Der Graaf generator style death valley low scrapers stand bisected by a John Street sign.  It is interesting the lengths that Ono, Gates, Trump and Karloff went in giving the women at The Stranger their favorite clit-warmer.  Pitiless Yakub and his understudy acolyte Cress-Welsing had me at the AA reliving trauma in the neuro-seizure cruelty when the microwave ballet triggered a vision they used to justify 911 of Lennon’s head being cryo’d.  Like Gummo’s story of a cat, it conjures Frauenholz’s defense of Germany as vegan at heart.  In a society of prison science, toying, comes Attenborough again.

        It is well known I believe that Lennon did not really die.  I’ve seen the same double fantasy thread in my father’s candor.  He was known as Second Fiddle for being rejected by his high school flame, the sort of inside take Bush would put to the form of evil that got the nod with Midori Goto.  I saw the plan’s package when I came across something Geiger, Sr. said of me in a terse review of my father, “Jimmy gets it while the getting’s good,” in Wm. Shirer about Adolf.  This played nicely with the NAACP whose dude Nate kept watch on me from the crib and hardly to protect me.  Blacks in Pittsburgh harbor a deep grumble about all things diversity and originality rewarded by hard work.  It’s hate behind their alliance with the Axis but this bears every sign of including a South Vietnam (SV) revenge.  I think, for example, of Goto’s attack with prison science after Siciliani Vespers.  Yet the British Axis do things their own way.  It isn’t proven, for example, that Freddie Mercury wasn’t poisoned by the Crown claw that did everything else.  Such a sacrifice expands their web of domination for how they play it in their book of lies.