Adolf Hitler had no use for peace, he saw it as death, so when mysterians crooned, “peace is the end like death of the war,” he would have agreed; those who think Bowie’s phase of giving seig heil salutes and penning songs called Helden was just a fad won’t like this essay. The Ouspensky Circle is shrill about Lennon but reports of his demise are critical to their perfect plan and airtight alibi. The odd legend of how these mysterians maneuvered Seattle queerdom into foreplay of threatening nuclear attacks on their own country to announce the cause of Putin and North Korea needs to be played in light of this progression to see it for what it is, a long-planned revenge by Yoko Ono, uploaded by The Ouspensky Circle. Pittsburgh’s writhing in the matter is pointless.
The perpetrators have sainthood. Vaclav Havel was a torrid propagandist who labored to explain that banging on and on about one note could smother all other topics in candor and give them the appearance of pandemonium. Jimmy upset Ono with a letter to Leslie. What more needs to be explained? I am privy to what happened because I am a victim of their murder-for-profit snuff film plan and have explored police collusion. They did it, they have announced, to save the world and have taken those who really want to save it as their hostages.
Much as Putin resembles the cat-stroking villain who, when dis-pleasured by subordinates, dumps them into man-eating waters, James Bond is a half-truth and Ouspensky circle wouldn’t have it any other way. They are the minds kept by the Oligarchs to puppeteer Hollywood The foreign English rabid instigated this whole theorem and program to process their “40 exterminations” as a storytelling venture to argue about as they go along.
Russia has an imprisoned maverick named Alexie Navalny who Putin’s thugs nearly blinded with acid in the face, the very same gang that poisoned me and authored the infamous AIDS era statement from Strawberry Fields called “Piss Christ”. It’s very important to understand that Piss Christ was not only Trumpytune but also poisoned Navalny. I will explain how we know,
The European Dictator English assassin who worked with the filmmaker behind the telltale film Diva on plotting the staged and phony discovery of the Shulman Papyrus or Texas Schoolbook (where 11-22-63 was the day the puppets danced) was Brian Eno. They uploaded the Swede named Emad at CMU to conveyance boy was ‘e mad which signified the drama club widgets in place for Clinton to process Schwarzegger’s bray that Reagan and Lennon were as one. Both Zelensky and Putin are signifier to this Ouspensky Circle of Two Virgins pussyball. Their names are indexical. Zell was the Goebbels-admiring Green Party immunogenetic mouse cage assembler on Mt. Desert Island who steered me to put-it-in with their experimental dolly from Maxwell House. And so on. Oliver Stone is a mutual fraternal advisor, licky chops magnate.
The concordance of Trump and Putin impinged a monologue throughout abomination that wasn’t to save lies it was to normalize sadism. Orthodox police community held perfectly still through the whole thing providing Ming Na Wen’s forces anthrax in the name of Reagan.
It should be pointed out that they have held me hostage, battered me, serially poisoned me, used me for spycam pornography they claimed was psychiatry, chemically castrated me, murdered and raped my loved ones, vowed I would never have children and are still going strong. Insulting them is strictly forbidden under penalty of extremely brutal and weird poison crime, yet all Federal offices support them and restrict information. They began this when I was still a prepubescent child. It was facilitated by the facts that pedophilia is considered “a provincial norm” among those defending Pittsburgh and that the standoffish six feet apart or six feet under doctrine of Jay Inslee and the covid bomb predate the lockdown and second virus in Scandanavian Seattle. They call it “the Seattle chill.” Not one hag there was appalled when I was castrated by organized crime. Too late was years ago. And this is a region about which we have information. So much for the moral high ground of social freedom. All after promising me “protection from abuse” by a place with the insidious frame of ADWAS.
Like Russian troops a sizable percentage of queerrdom was used by its own as cannon fodder. What was before having German blood is now having parochial elitist sensibilities. You get the idea by studying prima donnas of Americans figure skating. Johnny Weir, whose gender preferences I don’t know, has the aspect of a socialite gay man. He raged and fumed against the Russian ice ballerina Valieva. This is the echelon of Mar a Lago gays in their spite and malice. Good gays aren’t disgusting like some people. Despite this, the Franklin Graham and Putin wedge is to supply caustic Foucault double suicide as a parochial resistance called Moral Inversion. Thus the key intellectuals are herded into the required frame for the jest by bitter Jewry who were galled by the Allied claim that they went like sheep.
Queer pride as applied Foucault loyalty is what the Russians call of their own state sarcastically “hurrah patriotism”. Wounded and alone, the victims of Geffen, who also like Putin, has made ferocious false assurances and cold blooded lies his calling card: Naturally, their Seattle and Pittsburgh wisebeards “Omoja” themselves sacred the honorary the African shamanese Warriors! Warriors! E’midge’n dat. Murdering Saoirse Kennedy, for example, as sacrifice to the Tribe-buh was bully. Sociology is how people with no concept of right and wrong compensate. It is how the murderers at UW Dialectical process this unreasonable stain on our national enigma, having escalated decades ago to neuroelectricity as sure a sign that Beatles music was intended all along as mind control as there could be. The Lennon rabid quoted in a joint interview with his Edwardian Tojo Ronin the refrain of Errol Flynn in a swordfight film “he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day” an obscure but important indication of what wuzzup.
In politics, pleasure-seekers are not usually overachievers. Given the dialogue of the times Lennon stepped out not a moment too soon. The doctrine of exploitation behind the Royal check in the mail makes this clear: the mysterian likes to believe his fables are axiomatic which he brays require no proof. We are to rest assured, the Africans saved their own kind. The expensive out-of-print book by Jonas Salk, Survival of the Wisest, calls the tune, as does the Lewin tract: Sexual Self Destruct: the Conscience of the West. Salk calls it “Epoch B Death Control.” The good lord giveth, the good lord taketh away.