One advantage Britain gained by control of the rock industry was the power to inculcate loyalty to deeply subconscious riddles in music.  It takes time and attention from boring professors of learning to untangle the meaning and clockwork of strategy, always safeguarded by disdain for actual knowledge.  As a result four more Kennedys were murdered or should I say nerdered brazenly by vigilante kill in the covid attack while Sean Lennon dared anyone by Trump cult in the wires to disagree it was called for.  The fiendish spite of the Japanese is no riddle.

      If you wonder how the Germans got away with it in the 1930’s look at how the incredible shirking liberals respond to death threats for speaking up against the terrifying incineration of their ex-girlfriends and perfect strangers around the world.  It becomes too dangerous.  That is how the deep game psychologists came up with English twisters in the moniker junta like Carrie Gister, kissed her and gassed her.  We already know the art of it.  They remove the bitter nib of the singularity that the development is an attack.  This transforms where Cuomo drew the line from an act of complicity to a feat of liberal bravura.   Blowing up our city is one thing, sir, but a lockdown preventing the mobile to escape altogether civil war.    

       This used to be background noise in our lives, leisure time issues for weekends and concert nights.   The upside of liberalism was too obvious to shout down.  Our lives depended on it.  Schools enforced the honor code of achievement and racial mutual respect.  It was a good plan and system.  If you wanted to truly show love, brotherhood, friendship, admiration, respect and faith in black people, you attend their class, advance fairly, treat the students well.  Schools are ideal in that ways, but the nerd culture of military sociology saw through all that with spite from the streets of the Green Party, shut it down, spat in contempt on the sidewalks where black children drop their toys trying to keep up with mama.  With this, the African intellectuals, loyal to Leni Reifenstahl’s image of the crusade for equity between the strong and the tall, rehabilitated the swastika.  Pink Floyd and Youssou N’dour added chime, WE DON’T NEED NO (responsible authority).

         The timeline is hard to miss, Andrew Andrew Jackson (achoo) regaled by Trump, there you go again he never said smallpox blankets; Tang, I mean Yang calling for those monthly stipends in stimulus payments, Jay carping about the sunlight downwind from the raped National Parks, and Greta Thunberg announcing the return of Hillary Logan’s Run.   

          Bethany College didn’t get two shits about the evidence that a professor Emeritus was murdered.   They donohue Mi Yung Joo could mean.   Pap’s story about being ripped off by Penny Lane of 1717 Murdoc for his Gran Torino was no more heeded by the truthseekers called heroes by Toyah Wilcox than my being framed for armed robbery.  The deep webbing was well administered to by Lewis Lapham who crowed of a fat old lady outside the military junta’s bid for dignity all smothered under the pillows of confusion in the past.   Toyah and Greg Karl contacted their minions and called the set up informants, gunning the pre-planned grapevine through the hotwired airwaves.   The gutteral of McCartney already intoned pussyball when he said better dead than queerbait.   From there they just needed to snarl things up in family law for the overlookers of parochial Duquesne who poisoned me in duh mouff while using the set up they planned online by surveillance intimidation to degrade their own wives and kids.

         There will never be a Kennedy-Lennon equivalency vowed Yoko Ono through the shamanism of the deluded mentats while the nerds of sociology creamed that is except for Iowa Molly and she was just about my sister.    Their Hitlerite court goes through spy channels effortlessly as certain to bash liberals as the Sharps of Shannono and the gunman at the Blue House.  They won’t trade.  It’s the religious brokerage of sex, drugs and Martin Sheen, a puerile world of Pentagon Disney inflated as Masterpiece Theater.