When I tell you that History Channel was deployed with the special service of a worldwide travel retinue made up of Federal Marshalls, FBI, scuba Seals with state of the art equipment so that Michael Reagan could get to his favorite scene you are going to deadpan me. The strategy of the script is very obvious. The temptation to laugh at the prey long established. The cinema cameras have long been ready to roll. The intellectual heritage of the campaign to create a kind gentler reich has been breached. The situation is known.
The attorneys hired for the Axis adventure stabbing America from London’s council of sadists have long worked with neuropsychiatrists on a ploy. Al-Noori and Harcourt contend that they have red trigger buttons from the street that show the queerbait cannot think in point to point travel due to neuron convulsion from hidden denials. It’s on a par with their plastic rape frame gang bang, an issue rather obviously angling towards Michael Reagan’s favorite scene.
The precedent for the pornographic mockery of a victim of torture for King Crimson lies in the film MASH, the invasion at boot camp of a woman’s privacy for sport. Adding to this cruel neo-Nazi burlesque from the Zappas and Rolling Stones working a crime team of Lennon avengers is the placating of the traumatized victim of mutilation with Hollywood’s false reassurances that it was all military hazing of an Injun savvy direction.
The Cohen Family accused me of burglary, the Wattenmakers of buzzardly pranks and yet the evidence shows that a psychiatrist from Attica Penitentiary was programming commands and measuring the circles of deception in child obedience psychology for the implanting of the game. The brutality then smothered the mind in counter-charges geared to a developing mind’s sensitivity about discovery and incomprehension towards adult obscenity slaughtering it. This condition in a state of traumatic amnesia culled an endless jeopardy to the klan that gave Pener J. Sinfield the crow that he was investigating when in reality he was betraying an attempt to secure the truth about the AIDS attack in a viciousness that dwarfed Stalin’s backstab of the Warsaw Uprising and while making his false accounts he said nothing but “the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.” Clearly a penny line from Trump/McCartney accountants.
The text of the script speaks of running to catch divining signs but mandates that the play be declared a hoax that in the end the victims be groveling at Colin’s Crossroads and making amends to Adolf Hitler under the swastika sword KC. Trump has been instructed to play like a case of mistaken identity has taken place to ignite the counter-attack that unless the queerbait agree to ignore that the same gang around Donald Finnegan with the same agenda led to Donaldo Gulligan, the avengers will know what to do.
On the make for his favorite scene some more, Michael Reagan brings in the super-spooks, mercenaries with Bob Baer, no doubt, and Penis Fripp, predatory on the stupid, working with Wecht who secured the Beatles Les Majeste over a generation ago, plying Milgram experiments on just how stupid media consumers can be, missing the point of the race comment why don’t you inject bleach, while promoting an absurd take on Mexico City, for the idea that a Japanese revenge attack is designed to save the earth. The situation is incongruent any other way than as an attempt to use the script for its written purpose while fulfilling it by denial in promotion of the attackers.
In this hidden heritage of Stone, one of the magnificent traitors is Frank Herbert, who Donald Ostro pointed out made literature of his idea that blame is in fact transferred through the genes by generational affinity. In hearing that Amy Shapiro, whose first words to me were, “Do you believe in love at first sight,” led to pure hatred when I missed the allusion that never abated, Herbert would into, the queerbait schemes to make the murderers feel safe, sly little rascal” an easily understood situation to child psychologists, but as in Storm Warning, the witnesses or jury will back out when faced with consequences of testifying to what Ono did to Saoirse.
Wattenmaker told the story however that Harcourt is defending him from, speaking not as Ochre of runes but of treacher tracks. Cohen appeared in the script about murdering Dr. King and one day Ian, who they told me over and over never cried was hit in the face with a bean by his older brother and burst into tears, laughing as he always did at me, he raged, why are you laughing, well I was just surprised, he sure had a nickname for the cleaning woman: Cobeanya.