As everyone knows, or should, the one-world radicalism of Brian Peter George St. John la Baptiste de la Salle Eno is replete with German roboticists, Esquires of Rockefeller Plaza, attorneys for pedophilia at Warhol, alliances with military pond scum like Oliver North, war-gamers at expensive schools, and plenty of rich queers.  He gets on the phone when he has a hankering to talk it up with Simon Kirke and Lida Kim. He runs false flags, sibling rape, tape tampering and syndicated assassination, while twirping his usual off-color ditties.  

      A lot of people were hopeful about Obama’s negotiations with North Korea and wondered what went wrong, until Trump turned up with a past of hotel siestas in Moscow, Oliver Stone’s publication back-up and North Korea’s leader came stepping out in a Rolls Royce with mini-nukes as though from James Bond Headquarters.   Trump says he fell in love. I understand. Koreans don’t have a legacy of starting wars, and my only real friend is an orphanage girl from the woeful districts of Korea.   

      Nobody missed, or should have, the symbolism of Donald Trump saying Paris was in Germany, therefore either the totalitarian valedictory of the remark was taken for a jest, although a sick one, or the press just didn’t care, because nobody went into the fact that Paris and the Eiffel Tower was an important symbol of Adolf Hitler’s thirst for revenge.  He built his wall and made his victims pay for it.

        If Eisenhower had been younger, President later, and in the limousine in Dallas he would have been shot dead by the same Plutocrats from Pentagon-Disney who wanted only clowniacs in higher office.   Eisenhower’s priorities were elite, inexpensive weapons and America’s right to choose our own battles. When he was bushwhacked during a heart emergency by Britain and Israel he made clear America was not a puppet government. Kennedy’s last swivel was a plot-o-gram’d evasion into a marked lane on the path of least resistance. Oswald was held in profile for the persona of his prototype, the new Nanotchka of diplomatic doubletalk. Thus lisped Bronson.

         Since nobody has said they regret helping Obama and Harvard savagely comatize me as a golem for the humiliation of the United States as a symbol of Japan’s scorn for our character over first use of atomics (I sympathize) I assume nobody regrets the finishing touches (we hope) in the murder of Saoirse Kennedy.   We have been reminded of what rock stars mean in their double dealing with the Ku Klux Klan and black panthers about lessons in the whore house sit-in over swastika girl.