Dear U.S. Navy and Secretary of State,

         This letter is addressed to civilian command and what a school person alias Geiger called, “the military.”   Although no good can come from this terrible situation I am doing all in my power to encourage more open discussion.   My father Ryland Wesley Crary was a distinguished service Naval Lieutenant on the USS San Jacinto CVL-30 in WW2. It was denoted, “the Little Queen,” and flew under the Texas Flag.   As a little boy from this ship, I was targeted and totally mauled as a child signifying organized reprisals. I don’t know how you feel about what sort of society we are becoming but demanding I endure exploitation as a destroyed, disabled victim of child mutilation and torture is extremely deranged.  This is not a state secret. I disappeared for months from grade school after fearfully reporting in the main office that men were following me home and threatening to kill me. Even when I turned up hiding in a towel closet, I was only screamed at and threatened by the authorities in Pennsylvania, an ongoing practice by their Union, copiously hiding their greedy take on letters planted in my possessions signed by Holocaust Survivor Israeli children, naming as their representative Nobuko who starred in the black and white Japanese film, “Children of Hiroshima.”  This plot function came from the British. I will divulge how I know.

         The attackers came blindside like lightning in hate, and regaled me with stories about things like “the green man” (Karl) who nobody wanted to be friends with after he was struck by lightning.   The letters, usually very trite and innocent sounding, in the voice and hand of a 12 year old girl, said something peculiar I was frightened by when in a state of having been beaten deaf (permanent) and nearly to death.  She said, “Only two people would know if Jesus came back and I killed him and you would be one of them.” This is a comment, smothered in assurances about love from the Jewish Community, that illustrates the true meaning of the law that designates a corporation one person, she is speaking for the police state behind the assassination of JFK, and the script is the Texas Schoolbook.  It was found at Pitt. To this day they regard me as fluff with whom they can do anything they have wanted.

         This corporation cooperated with the Math Department at Central Catholic in Pittsburgh and University of Washington in a partnership with an Axis hangover from Hollywood known in Japan as the Neva Corporation, a pornographic giant.  They built a pyre for the AIDS atrocity victim generation and Yoko Ono is one of their spiteful ringmasters. It was planned and involved a war game known as Two Virgins Pussyball which came to roost on Mt. Desert Island in a Warhol plan operating through Gurdjieff group at Catholic Synod, that began with the upload of the Wade idea for Johnson and Johnson in the Kennedy utility performance of the Evil in Lincoln (the enemy within Evelyn Lincoln).   I am surprised the Kennedys didn’t see it coming given the image of Burstyn on the cover of Robert Kennedy’s famous paperback.

         Many of the Kennedy researchers are good hearted but they always confide directly to their assassination monitors from Axis Hollywood.  The script was written by a person working with Cyril Wecht. The British, led by Sir Paul McCartney, whose Errol Flynn confederate and attache Peter Gabriel, who was born rich, probably from the shock absorber franchise or something, and married into the extended Royal Family, as his counterfeiter Robert Fripp likes to bray, pretended to befriend me to have me surrounded for their experimental processing from Hollywood.   Because of their shrewd captivation of our society after the murder of the Kennedys, they have enlisted a mania that holds they have full cooperation of our culture in actions taken built on the assumption of crowd captivation during the blackout that includes and stars their obsessive idea of infecting me with AIDS or inciting murder by bio-terror. I have been bitterly poisoned by them several times resulting in serious, irreversible, permanent injury.  This razor at the throat was just too cute when coming from Amnesty International as a hostage-taking non-violence ultimatum, now the gun in the window at the pawnshop bus stop where I go to school.

        When Clint Hill, excuse I mean Clint Eastwood sent me his autograph last Winter it was a confessional note from his teamwork with Robert Fripp.   They have authored sensorround mania towards me, on a chopping block. It wasn’t just being forced into homelessness that constituted an outrage against my person as a disabled man, but the terrible suffering of the nerve agent they used to put me into convulsions and disfigure my facial nerve.  One of them, John Stockwell, who followed me to Allentown on my birthday in 1987, loved to brag of knowing the secret to causing the maximum amount of pain the human being can stand. Imagine, something that makes Hiroshima and Auschwitz look like mercy and this devil is with McCartney, so go pretend about the Beatles.   These murderers caused deliberate brain attack viturperation so they could justify homicidal follow up crimes as provoked. The enemy within, myuh.

         Behind this is their droll idea that our society is based on ethereal preference for a secret Kingdom of Walt Disney, now Pentagon Disney.   The Rolling Stones decided to seal their reputation for decadence by an evil Roman crime. Trump’s corporate military engaged with the pornography empire and Math Departments in an organized crime of building a pyre against love as allowable soulful recreation for the serfs of our society.   I am not the one who discovered cause to suspect that Jacqueline Onassis put JFK out personally in a preference triangle with Sir McCartney, at least not the person who developed the photography from Dealey Plaza about it, but I do know that the Kennedy researchers balked, and that even those capable of seeing through many facts and using adroit similes like calling her The Pink Panther do not understand the evidence that this it is exactly what she was dressed to convey.  The script discusses the Mancine Family in a context of Manson crime set to the music of Henry Mancini. That is the reality of this casebook from Trump’s friend Francis Ford Coppola and his nutbags in tow.

         We do know that the men who killed Kennedy did it to denounce Liberalism, what Franklin Graham dared to call in a letter to me humanism, which he brayed to be the greatest threat to America since Communism.  All of my attackers used authentic first names for the ghouls on high who hired them. My father wrote a book in 1968 titled, “Humanizing the School,” maybe that is why Graham’s bedfellows locked me out of a church when an armed gang came looking for me.  Humanist Magazine first came out in January 1964 with a slash through an image of JFK and diabolicists among the contributors. Most of what we know about the attackers isn’t from what they did to JFK it is from what they did to JMRC.

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        Peter Gabriel, I mentioned was born rich.  I don’t go after people for wealth but I don’t defend them for it, either, if they are contemptible they are contemptible.  His man in Pittsburgh, an English neighbor of Edward Eisen, and Helene Kessler, friend of William Rodd, got a quarryman gang called the Pitmans after me, they brutally tortured and gassed me.   They called me a rich motherfucker. I had no money at all. I’ve never lived about the poverty line because of the Union’s despicable bias, willing to disrupt as their Hollywood cause any attempt to get schooling; my best friend was raped to punish us for her having taught me sign language.   Gabriel, with direct access to my trust, mobilized to put a hardened enemy of the Supreme Court named Larry Flynn in charge of a gang reprisal pseudo-kinship system based on their morbid hypnotic projection about what people are going to believe or else. They targeted me extremely spitefully as the heir of a pair who were voted by City Council Distinguished Citizens of Poplar Bluff, Missouri, making the whole thing out to be special treatment of campus dissent.

         In demanding that you have to prove yourself to an invisible system like the one created by Warhol with Eastwood and Fripp, anything from going to school to being yourself can be riddled into the cult slander of actionable insubordination.   The reason it was easy to find collegiate women making it out to be a crybaby story is because of absolute beginner ethic in places like Seattle who don’t like a rival coming up from below held back because he was deaf. Fox media has this market cornered.  They lived in my house through my stepfamily. They enforce the code at UW that allows these street scholar preachers to announce well, here is what my life was like therefore that has to be what yours was, yours was like that, too, and we will allow no other reading.   A teacher in Pittsburgh and a family name in Chinatown both suffered shooting tragedies for crossing Ming Na Wen and her school friendship with Sean Lennon. UW confiscation society all along was working for the Math and Pornography plot, the Left of the Nazi Eagle.         

         Even before I discovered that he was behind the attacks in childhood, I went to a concert of theirs and felt very strange that these electric men writing to me a lot, Gabriel and Fripp, refused to meet with me for an exchange of friendship.  This was when I loved and trusted them, before the follow-up horrors, yet I had the feeling impression I tried to suppress that Peter Gabriel was the ferocious driver of a Soviet tank.

         The hired birth mother’s supporters who have seen her bellows of unjustified and hysterical rage; they call them a meltdown.   Gabriel, an Errol Flynn Confederate, in the organizational Illuminati, as an acid rock authority in the military working at NASA on abomination like mind surveillance experiments, gladly engaged in psychiatric malpractice and dishonesty.  They were counting on their fat old lady Mancine outside the casino. They knew that as old Nancy raged at me with gravel in her voice and hatred beyond alcoholism that I was in real trouble that a dalliance I was used for would remain unutterable under the threat of withering rebuke as sanctified by the state as the garage on Snively Road was marked Scott Security.

         Trump likes to crow about whimpering and crying ... poor little Jimmuh queerbait, must identify in his twee with Bin Laden Radar.    By making the biggest trick in human history their gang plank selling the false notion that I cudda saved John Lennon, whose purpose is now in evidence from King Edward’s Hollywood on youtube, Veronica Lake’s Now You See It tacitly about the love Edward held for Adolf, and his breath-taking disappearance and return.  Lennon, in other words, stepped out through the strategy that beamed down from Star Trek with Ruby’s attorney Melvin Belli and the schizerade of Cliff Richardson’s Outer Limits JFK presentation (google it) above the World Trade Buildings high on Bowie’s poacher hill where nothing really matters to the suicide pilots.

        The Dulles Brothers allowed a man who believed in endless war as the human condition to live after WW2 in Argentina, and gave him the invisible man status of the nom de guerre Caspar.  As surely as the Soviets cheated Russia of their history, the basic text of Dulles, DeMille and Edward …