So you are saying you can’t see that they tortured me, that anyway such mistreatment is understandable and normal, in any event it was punishment in kind, and that you are disinterested enough to judge.  How interesting mass murder has become. Take TCC Philosophy. But before we go there, let’s take a brief look at the direction the rabid of Warhol and Seattle have taken this so-called good plan.   

The European rabid had fought many centuries while thinking over their experience towards a ways to bring together the strong and eliminate as many of the weak and easily deluded by talk of friendship as could be taken by guile in the name of overpopulation, but they invested their gibberings for all it was worth, bringing the issue down to face off between one individual defamed and told the truth, while facing a gargantuan liar surrounded by minions and believers who hadn’t heard the utterance, looked honestly at the facts, or allowed the reality.

      In terms of pure police brutality from rock stars, they deafened me, they used a nerve agent, they violated my home, they lied to and about me, they tried to destroy evidence with counter-indications concerning their fraud and I was recently told for years I have been taken a cancerous medicine for a poison crime they committed.  The rabid lisps and rants that it was soothsay, a carnal attack to avenge those in bloodthirst and bloodlust to its horrible mania and authorship in my name.

        TCC Philosophy announces their military friendly agency with a film clip dramatizing a disgruntled Greek who insists on a sword fight with a more diplomatic man who he bests and skewers to the fame of his lolling tongue as the watching women, his loved ones, cry in agony and horror.  Teacher then makes the safeway symbol of Dealey Plaza, the wiggle of the arm in evasion, professing that student weaves this way and that in losing focus. Student is dishonored for not being down with the mass poison fight club of Penis Gabriel, the Real.

        So for one all my organs have to be checked out, I’m deaf, they castrated my involuntary arousals for failure to perform in their Federal Rape Club of Two Virgins Pussyball and gave me diabetes.  Now there’s a cancer warning summons. All for no other reason than being born Jimmy Creeary.    

        Liberals are being shot these days for suggesting that right wingers, their favorite celebrities, by the way, but nothing matters less, are giving rise to school shootings, while Hollywood leers that it is not so, that copycats are a result of brainwash and mental illness, not human psychology due to hardened hate inculcation and media programming.  In support of this hair-splitting hanging of those who doubt the Oswald Story, conspiracy liberals, the worst kind, man, out of focus, the Federal Pussyball Majestics say no that the impacted neuroplasm was nuh really experts in jam ups and parochial ridicule that lead to phobias and outbursts! Favor the normals when the brutally punch the gestating liberal children blindside and call it bullying so hehn, just hehn.

       In the lead up to Burstyn society’s faked and planned discovery well disclosure of the sanitation plot, The New Republic’s favorite thing was to groan in the words and meaning of Louis in Casablanca, “I’m Shocked!  Shocked!” To find that Jewish fiends are at work in Pittsburgh! Enforced by Penis the Ripper Hippy Sinfield proving Michael Tive. Ultrahigh SONY? The voices for now allow them to outhigherness the Zell postcard and Lesl’s virginity, and allow them to laugh, believe me, they do.  What happened aside from the emotional and brain injury consequences of torture by the Adminstration, and Seattle Left was no help, is that the News Media in 1984-wasn’t-1984-USA-myuh got real, real good at promoting false consciousness, making people think, so that’s what happened, while promoting any old asinine idea.

           Midori Goto, for example, promoted the bloody attack on my deaf best friend, who was raped in her image, and then played all scold as though the liquid acid gloved hand of her Royal Madame Yoko Ono wasn’t in the script all along.  The same pattern came from Katz and Queen Elizabeth while they called Wheeler, “Crispy” for the bills he slipped the nuns.

         The Geralds were with Eisenstat, I mean Abdul!  While they held me, a Donaldson at Sanderson School in North Carolina with the VWarner Brothers showing that Donald and Bernie worked together from two sides working mutual exclusion.