I may be in the wrong school.   There’s always been some question of its requisite advertisement:  Military-Friendly. The more I look around at the puzzle palace of symbols where Kennedy made one of his last jaunts of address the more I can see why the frustrated here want me.   There really has not been any opportunity for even the most dedicated, gifted and well informed to take on the attackers on their own terms. The problem is that I know a little bit about what the bias favoring the military scientists around us hides.  The attackers, despite the blank check written them by our surrendering civilian base, largely on the strength of their resentment about having served, are authoring a contemptuous Dear Wormwood story to the Police Department where, despite their redneck enthusiasm, they get to pay the symbolic penalty from time to time when the attackers, dispassionately feel they have to weed.  The difference is magicianship. When Mark Twain wrote Letters to the Earth, he was a neighborly voice of letters and humanity, when Gurdjieff wrote Beelzebub’s he was a hideaway from Occupied France who fooled around and then came down in his rock and roll spaceship to take us higher. Anyone defecting from that gunboat to heaven, can either kneel with Colin Powell on the Pussyball Field, or take the strawberry road of Jim Jones.   

        AIDS was indexed to Mother’s Day in a very shifty way.  The Constitutional Overthrow Reagan cooked up as a CO2 storm had it’s echo in Sean Lennon’s babble about solving our problems on a sacred soccer court.   The Liverpool Street Church, Bidwell, is numbered 1025 by the fraternity, the address of mother Nancy and Midori Goto’s 10/25 birthday, just as my father Ryland had the birthday of Emperor Hirohito it was a plot. If you don’t think so look at the 1946 book by my father co-authored by “Israel Light”. Ryland had three noteworthy quips, “Let’s not and say we did, know-ah way, and follow the logic”.  The Liverpool Church is an odd place for pornographers to make their stand, but Yoko Ono never had a problem cunting from above in her attack prostitution ring, professing a higher fidelity from her husband, a friend of Jimmy Savilis, notorious British bugger of kids.  Nor did MisterRogers flinch from hiring and covering for hardened child mutilationists. The School District I came from in Pittsburgh actually wants to normalize never trying to find a child who disappeared for months after crying in the office that he was going to be killed.

        The attackers deicided to bide their time until they had the best surveillance machinery.  Then they could forge a neuroplastic explanation. They took wifey to watch the queerbait perform for them.   They did something very similar to JFK when Lee Radziwill and Coppola procured Jacqueline for Onassis, or helped her leave home, you might say, bye, bye.   

       An acquaintance of mine informs me of the following, he says he “became the victim of a COINTELPRO-style counterintelligence stalking/"gangstalking" campaign by federal agencies (DHS/FBI/CIA) and their private defense contractors. I dealt with private contractors breaking into vacant apartments belonging to my neighbors in Turkey and 1. illegally surveilling me using TEMPEST equipment and laser microphones, 2. harassing me using electronic weapons (ELF weapons with 2450MHz carrier frequency using solid-state microwave technology), pointing modified microwave ovens with the door removed at my bed, pointing microwave magnetrons at my bed to shock me, "dazzling" me with laser pointers in my bedroom as a harassment tactic, taking pictures of my bedroom and forwarding them to informants, directed conversations from informants and gaslighting, illegal wiretapping of my home phone (bug was placed on the junction box by contractors illegally operating in Turkey).

I also dealt with the following: street theater/daily death threats from fake thugs, electronic device hacking with 0-day exploits and spyware, Bitcoin bribes paid to my old associates so that they would flip on me, false pedophilia rumors circulated in my neighborhood, informants such as Kenneth Schuchman (a former CIA/FBI informant who was thrown in a mental hospital) attempting to entrap me on child pornography and material support for terrorism, other informants encouraging me to work for the CIA, commit a mass shooting, or commit suicide.” 

         In his site, the usual stooges blubber derision at him that if’n he was so big n’well, he’d ‘a git his buh now and that.   The point about the attackers is that they want it established what they did. They are going to rule the world by force, get over in the AIDS attack by the endangered planet, make up their lies, and win.   They want their victims around screaming bloody horror stories so no one dares stand up to them.

        You’ve heard about Police Riots.  That was when the military on the Chicago Police, the Agnew jowled Fripp-types battered peaceful demonstrators to death after the murder of Bobby Kennedy.   Wouldn’t you know that when there was a Teacher’s Riot it would be someone who they felt upstaged them at a Military-Friendly school. Adjuvants of the team-up between Dworkin and Savilis put on a show of a student losing sight of some things in confusion and haste they created, scholarly challenge, myuh, and pulled a DD twin test scores.   UW and CMU have practice in targeting their mark.    

       The Teacher Rioters have long had an agenda.   They have focused on what one of their boys called Adjusted Americanism.   This issue is Underage Consent. This conclusion for the disappearance of the crying child, torn facial nerve, blind spots, bloody fingernails, sent to the office, hiding on the top shelf of a towel closet, pleading for help from a gang going to kill “it” was mandatory.  Underage Consent is the MANDATORY, Military-Friendly conclusion that you better kneel with Colin about because the NAACP is going to war to protect their cover story for DeDeAnna.  

       When Mother of Invention, No. More (N. Moore) took me to Joan Baez, the Demarest, and Richard Wells crowd at the Point left out a 20 that I found and wanted to keep. She took it from me, but they had the Pitmans demanding I sneak money from her after that. Flipp doesn’t like the soft details, about how I would cry and dream of pouring out her liquor before admitting to myself I was too afraid and crawling up into the closet to hide from the Pitmans until she got home, home that is, with a letter from Gail Burstyn waiting in the mailbox, probably from mysterious Donald and Lee. The NAACP has it all wangled. They’ll damage the white, THE WHITE! so badly that Trumphaters finally stuff a sock of money in its mouff and they will grab it for prove-it-to-the-Spirit-of-MisterRogers if you so good defsukke sissy.

          The Teachers Riot was all part of this X-termination tripping that has been going on with UW Sociology for passages and chapters ad nauseum.   It’s part of the spinal taping of Roethke’s secret art in a top down cunting, for Thanksgiving (Kennedy) and Easter (Hitler, he’s back like Franklin Graham’s Lazarus).   They call him Kasper now in a top down cunting. The Wizard of Oz killed JFK as the Hidden Imam, Imperial Wizard of the Ark.

        Penelope eloped to Ezell’s for the easy money but you all love it, don’t you?  Just bout serendipity.