Americans aren’t as stupid or as thick-headed as they pretend to be and so you have to realize that they did in fact understand what Trump meant when he called Paris the capital of Germany.   By alluding the Axis occupation he was playing the field of cosmopolitanism that emerged in French magazines portraying the fascists as liberators, just when Vichy France was in Vietnam as allies of Japan, who we moved to avenge after the murder of President Kennedy.  The lesson of our current affairs is that even when being honest with themselves, American intellectuals are not the calibre who can easily identify and face up to a self-inflicted paradox and by intellectuals I mean in academics, because in journalism you can obviously rule insight out.   Having a simple and direct way to understand is always helpful, but anything has to be guarded against misrepresentation even when the meaning is obvious.  Vichy French were resourceful, intelligent men and women.  In matching wits with them, America came up deficient. The motto of the Vichy illustrates the cunning, simplicity and seemingly the permanence of their hotwire bypass: Stand By Me.

          Once you have identified a paradox you need to see it as a touchstone, a foundational building block that is used repeatedly throughout an edifice   Otherwise, the artifice of the dungeon master’s war game will get around your awareness and you will be a tool of Trump’s Seattle Left.   

          Seattle is a pop art headquarters and in their estimation what they are doing in advocating for mass murderers is pop art.  Today it was news that yesterday a professor in France was beheaded for defiling the Prophet.  Seattle does the exact same thing and brags about it openly.   No one who follows my coping with deafness by chatting online has failed to note their venom, nor their acid gall in murdering Saoirse Kennedy and bragging about it.   The police station only want you to know why they do not care, and although the leads into the explanation for this refusal to mourn might help you understand, the inverted pyramid approach to newspaper journalism suggests itself instead, so I will cut to the chase.

         We know that Queer eccentrics in Seattle are super-rich and loyal to Warhol, a friend of Trump, acting on the bidding of Vichy’s most notorious monocled quisling Brian Eno through intrigues mongered at Carnegie Mellon by his vibrating dildo Robert Fripp, extraordinaire, who deep throated his album from 1974 when Trump performed a stand in cameo as Money God in the film Network, acknowledgement to DT.    Together they have created a gremlin book acting out terror attacks finagled to anything I say, and towards this end are murdering people with poison.  This lobby is a Federal medical malpractice machine.

        The initial poaching by the Gremlin Book personnel was a Hitlerian satire, but be advised by the Zappa gang, you can’t say Hitlerian on stage anymore.  Killing Kennedy and King was just a laughing box routine about peace pretensions in a world of war, made dreary by victors who didn’t know their game.   One of the mercenaries following me, Wheeler, was jestingly nicknamed “Crispy” by his girl admirers for denouncing me as the coward behind the atom bomb.  Real klukkers and their Black whore-house sit-in were after the tight ones who promised things in return for revenge.  The poaching was announced by the Universities of Pittsburgh, Harvard, UW and the NAACP as equitous and valid.  In keeping with Zappa-Hitlerian meditations, either you want to be dead or you support them.

          Throughout the AIDS attack, deny-deny was all the rage.   Covid 19 is virtually as if a free smacks since to do anything about it would require retrospective critical analysis and that is the no no.   In Donald Trump’s plan, the Seattle Left grew their beards again, and waved machetes against free speech, poisoning me in the mouth and bragging about it, in the name of Harvey Goldner.   Seeing Seattle Left soil their own faces is pretty funny, but don’t you gloat.  Instead, ponder the sacred learning of Ooka Makota who pen stroked, “when they beheld the woman who betrayed them she threw her head back in a haughty laugh and they fell to lick her feet.”

           So Seattle Left has no problem.  All they needed was one, just one, jealous crackhead to inflict the paradox of Moonunit Zappa, if you don’t take AIDS, she won’t take a bath with you, so hehn, just hehn.

          Penis Gabriel is the Caligula of The Last Temptation.  He set out on his acid gall war game after John Lennon advertised himself in the film, “How I Won the War,” as a follower of Oswald Mosley.   He has the commies in Seattle all hotwired to Trump tunes like King Crimson, while running every show.   The presidium of the crackhead penis perceives gloat and insult and answers with Moonunit bacteria.   Go yell, they laugh, at the 1st Amendment.

         The UW war club was loud and clear when they released Covid-19 to close our schools and take it to the streets, in super-spreader mayhem from the Social Darwinians.   Poaching the profile of their patsy, Zappa and the Green  Party proceed with the clever mind of Jack Nicholson behind their dismemberment and sadism.  Americans are neither chicken nor heroes.  America to the rescue is not something you will hear, but loyalty means nothing to the British attackers either.  I hitchhiked all the way to St. Louis from Pittsburgh as a near deaf high school kid with almost nothing to eat just to hear one of them play guitar.  That’s all.  A higher meditation was conveyance’d by the VA drama club alerted of my movements when a car picked me up with a driver saying, “this car ain’t gonna stop.  This car ain’t got no brakes.”