By now everyone who reads me realizes that the Sept. 2020 edition of Smithsonian Magazine contains a serial from the Twilight Zone episode involving the Axis Government’s escape and the lifelong ordeal with the murderers in King Crimson.  The article itself involves a thief and manipulator who the Pennsylvanian and British records offices have long evoked to sell robbing me and using me for slavery in abomination.   By publishing this article the Smithsonian confers upon the Pennsylvania system the illusion that law takes place there, when it does not.  The joke in Pennsylvania is and has always been that they all knew about this crime team and were in on it.  Shulman’’s arrest and the article are limited hang-out, the minimum damage they can incur while keeping the whole thing going as if on greased wheels.

       Legions, megabucks, thrillers and the legitimacy conferred on the spite of evil genius like the rabid Paul McCartney, long partners with Shulman, enjoy the celebrity of their trump claim that Lennon died.  I don’t mind going along with that long enough to ask why that gave them license to murder Saoirse Kennedy?  I don’t mind going along with that long enough to ask why a namesake of Diamonda Galas, herself wickedly posed before the World Trade Centers with her stiletto to advertise her involvement in anthrax and 911, called me on Dec. 8, 1980 to announce their plans?  Nor to ask why Galas was never questioned about her involvement in immunology and satanism in the 70’s?  What her partner Sean Strub was doing at the Dakota that night?  Why she enjoys close ringleader status with Yoko Ono?  Why another partner of theirs, and of Shulman, Dolly Meieren was casing me for an Israeli gang called Guerilla Theater whose motto was, “U.S. Out of North America”?  In other words, I don’t mind asking the questions, like why is there a lookalike of Gail Burstyn on a fringe album by one of King Crimson?  The reason I don’t mind is that they unlock the question of what Lennon really did with Pentagon Disney and why Ming Na Wen was already in place to make the Shulman grab on the rare book they deposited in my house after leaving me maimed and semi-comatic.

         Most of the military analysts who case my computer for the Green Axis at UW in spite enjoy the topic of Sinfield’s self-regard in pulling off the AIDS attack while getting the victims to cheer their own killers.  The Democrats won’t say anything; that’s basic.  Obama pulled this off for Geffen Corporation. The suffering they inflicted on an innocent person went on a very long time.   The cyberstalkers wizard my computer to prolong the capital shift long enough to make both the P and the U uppercase in words like PU-tin, because it encrypts the leer of Siinfield over his kiddie porn industry targeting his prey.   P-U he summarizes.  It reverberates for the British of Oswald Mosley back into Dealey Plaza where this got started.  Why complain about Jack Ruby’s Carousel Club when you have Marilyn Monroe, heh heh.

         I have a number of books about pornography and prostitution.  It isn’t really possible to learn about anything, any field of study, without some familiarity with what that field contains.  Notorious Ladies of the Frontier, Soiled Doves, The Rotterdam Women’s Conference, Japanese Prostitutes of the Pacific Northwest, the President’s Commission (LBJ), quite a few, but nowhere in the Index, body, table of contents of a single one of them will you find a name that was someone I know, anyone I could identify without reading it, anyone who knew me even to see or by name, much less have a pubic hair in their sock.  That doesn’t matter to Sinfield’s machine because they work with DeJong who stereotypes by archetype.  The real person is subordinate to the symbolic utility function.  That’s what made his partnership with Shulman such easy going.

          One of the things they started off with in breaking into my home and robbing me was the theme of Saul Astor that everyone and everything is just theft in a state of management by legal coercion.  They used the names Saul and Astori quite liberally to wreckerball my life’s prospects and make it into a charade for Shulman Tales from the East Liberty Crypt.   They ran their operation to Mt. Desert Island where I proved they released AIDS in a plan, and yet out of spite, Sinfield and Pittsburgh made it out to be a telling or version of the script they planted and made into their rare book, the rarest of books, the Texas Schoolbook, for their spite and recreation.  I couldn’t prove Zell set it up without role playing so they got some more movies and Seattle was licky chops. They ignored the proof, helping Obama set up the covid bonus attack, in spite, of course.  In fact the murderers who tortured me, raped my deaf advocate, released AIDS went on to poison me in the mouth, poison murder Saoirse and release the Covid bomb and no one really cared because of Penis Sinfield’s self-regard. American youth are forever grateful to British progrock for their horrible garbage.

          Why, you might ask, while it is understandable from a puppet government like Obama, would John Lewis go along with it?  Notice that Martin Sheen was a ringleader working slyly and diligently behind the scenes with Shulman and Wen in Pittsburgh, and he also portrayed the Judge in the film about John Lewis in the showdown with Jim Clark in Selma.  Sheen’s values don’t come out in casual conversation so much with John Lewis as they do with Oliver Stone.  Stone said that the dedicated Kennedy researchers were like “pigs at a trowel.”  What did John Lewis get in return for ignoring my cries about the rape of Jeannie, made to him from Iowa repeatedly before Seattle chemically castrated me?  He got a film from Martin Sheen.

Oh, I see.

       Obama was the perfect confederate, he could ply hookers and then play the Christian lawyer and parochial scold covering for Neva Corporation.  Behind the Green Door are a list of genres some of which are avoided by normal connoisseurs of adult video, but their existence is enough to tip the scales in favor of release of the AIDS bacteria, just to show who is boss.   That’s how it operated, matter of fact.  I got cut off from the pack trying to secure proof and they laughed, oh my God, we’ll hafta collect for Larry Flynt from n’yer granny.  And that’s what they did.  They came with covid for our grannies.