My fingernails ache from the presence of murder in the Pacific Northwest Territory where a devious picture of socialist violence is emerging from the brain trust behind the AIDS attack here, no thanks to Pittsburgh’s NAACP who are architects of the thug engineer behind the brutality.   Alpana and Abira Ali would be modern folk heroines here for setting up Two Virgins pussyball for Midori Goto and Prince William’s get back to the British Empire master plan of the freedom reich.   Nobody here even tries to explain why they have to murder innocent people or can’t say thank you when demanding property that isn’t theirs, a gang whose morality is nothing but egological station management by congenital subordinators.   They never sour on the moneybags of Warhol, though.  Congress never investigates.  The British chop-shopped Ry Crary’s offspring because he was white.  Halfway black dacoits in the recovery station give me evil gang murder signs all the time, and are well known to have poisoned me in the mouth for UW faculty, not saying you, Hoffa, where the Philosophy Department arbitrarily docked me a half point (A minus) after showing me a gladiator clip and the advisory of the school steered me for Mickey Obama, who came tromping in fashion on the crimson carpet where Kennedy once stood, into a course they knew I couldn’t pass which aims for game theory, a zero sum game between two men, one of them totally beaten from unprovoked torture, the other criminally insane and operating through nefarious dacoits, pimps, slumlords of the streets and putrid thieves who call themselves hustlers.   I have to go out into a tantrum being thrown from New York City by it’s most evil maniacs, who are being bribed by contract kill in a thrill kill targeting, who have raped us and called themselves the law, every day, not knowing what they will stow in what they give me to eat, or what fine poetry they will use from the profilers among the Federal Jewry leading both sides to demonstrate for Woody that death will summon the totality of meaningless oblivion by which his slough eye gnaws his gibbering mind.