Best read supplementally to this talk video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-JCLPL1QRk&t=419s

Barack Obama was a much crueler and more cowardly individual than the history books will ever let on, he saw himself as something of an I.G. Farben character destined to lord over Greater Africa.  This dismal wet dream or course cost millions to maintain both as his prop and his secret.  Dorn Hega and Star Gister both knew Larks Tongue was Bartok.  The rabid stealthfully mumbled his wheedle however on the subject of his top secret DDT.  The thread that Sinfield and Tive were creators behind the rise of Angela Davis is really very formidable.

     One of the clues that shows this true is the legacy of demand for tribute, the rhetoric and its liimitations, as well as the cover for bloodcurdling brutality, that comes from the NAACP.  Acting as though my attempts to secure a political statement from Midori Goto were an overly glorified cumshot they ran riot over a victim of klan mutilation and called the dark potions of their hostility black psychology and African wisdom whether hailing from the ancient canon of justification for spitting in the soup on the plantation or coughing in the caps as Costco, the bright owls of the hour confiscated victim status for the greater good of the race, while slapping five in the barbershop over Dexter’s carrot tape, Rosa’s virginity, Saoirse’s murder and Duvall’s support for the whole show.

       Hillary allowed the Japanese to take revenge.  Remember the way, remember the way the Mercy Salvation battalion extrapolated into huge mythology, skyscrape high, that my instinct told me not to admit puffing pot at the Governor’s School to Dia’s Robert Redford dude in residence assistance?  My hunch was right.  The persona of the poison impingers comes out over time.  It’s not that honesty isn’t the best policy but it pays to know what you are dealing with when Anne Frank is hiding in the closet.  This was a prison psychiatry death squad marching in secret coded time to the razmataz of Ono and Pence, which is the real reason he was sporting a fly, it’s her custody insignia.  The persona the poison impingers were impinging was a Rosenberg hukanymic, a traitor rhapsody about a child mutilation, facial scorched, Nagaforg suffered most at the brum.   

        There are other ways we know that Carbonell worked with Burstyn all along than Milnes.  Their agent named Torkamoni is language code for brake tork a Kasperoski’ism.  These leads plod through Westmorelands with G-Lover Danny boy showdown, where a headhunt provides Ming Na Wen the lethal weapon she needs to apologize to the State of Pennsylvania.   

         I love Martha Gellhorn but her comment that her fellow Americans are self-absorbed dummies while meant to explain why she refused to come homie to St. Louis was in fact a surrender to her own self-absorption.  The survival of a truthful write up of our times was being endorsed in her inimitable use of the manual typewriter from Belize, but she empowered Trump in St. Louis, covered for the mayhem, and allowed Trump, obviously afraid of me, to bring in agents to stalk my mail.  I don’t know of any pictures of Langston Hughes with Ernest Hemingway but Gellhorn obviously loved these men in the Abraham Lincoln Brigade.  The idea of doing tribute to blacks on a stump probably would seem childish to her.  Her bitter comment to me in her letter about the racism disease was just to restrain it by force of law.  Naturally, the Carbonell / Burstyn taliban took the letter by force of trauma and terror.

        When I was fooled by the British, I wrote what’s this new beatle crawling out of my eye?  In their many laughs in the lead up to Covid they have white stuff, staining to my clothes, pouring out of my mouth, plaque, in a word.  In other words, these dismal mocking Machiavellians are still strutting their claim to be avengers.  In reality, lie and cover it up for megabucks is the call to the faithful.  They stole the Kennedy story, and bragged in their fraternal Greek.   The Beatles were a brainwash depicting a psyche at war with itself in a challenge from the squalid parochial Royalist and Republican power structure announcing the separation of church and state can only lead to abortion and that their panopticon peep show and trivialization of our dignities is love.

       Misery loves company and that was how they plotted their plan as one size fits all.   The fixation on justification that withheld information caused a crisis of dissertation at Dialectical UW where they consent to announce the queerbait guilty of breathing, how can that be protective instinct, they crowed as Ming Na Wen swooped around with her Beatles drone machine gun, cutting down anythinig the queerbait loved.