The sociologists of “So That’s It!” Yojimbo D int D favorit USPS law sa plantery control board lost in space anthro game mil. Soc. the basketball game obamas over collection sercoces lenis secret weapon   Oliver Stone and Peter Gabriel, hardened adjuvants of Adolf Hitler thought they could probably normalize and adjust America to ongoing atrocity by channeling specific cases for entertainment, enossifying the screams as a form of frightening children’s music.   They connived that they could get drama out of the non-violent pussy by the cigar and ice technique of sarin and vagina.   The first massacre of the slaves with a virus was very selective  They set up a play station, killed innocent people, and enriched a status quo of survivors just to hear them say  I don’t care, I don’t care, then the bonus attack was launched on the general population while Kloboczar sniffed, “I knew you.”

    In Pittsbsurgh all the pornographers have their church.  The Fripps love to curry power.  They love to prance we know Widdecomb and Coulter as if schmoozing with those who threaten the rights of other is th next big thing.   As titular presumptive of Mitch’s Honors Sorority sister Patricia called the initial abomination merely putting on a play for stoics.  Confirming that HAIR had been promoting self-destructive behavior so that Bush could more easily vilify the Kennedys, she announced that defending Mark Chapman’s gang in the name of Lennon was infinite perversion from the shamans of Warhol.  The more openly Nazi the British became, castrating a deaf poet from a Pittsburgh Public School by trickery and trauma in Seattle, the more The Stranger Newspaper laughed at their bondage cosplay Fridays.

      Which very inevitably brings us to Cho.  Kennedy said after taking responsibility for the Bay of Pigs when his approval rating went up the worse I do the better they like me, an observation The Stranger took to heart.  The more they piled on for their own assassins the more they cheered themselves.   People who read my History of Jaywalking know the story of an avuncular and genial cop who cautioned me amiably about using the Pittsburgh style on the streets of Seattle.  Cho bragged in class of ruining his career and life.   Then, suspicious killer cool Cho lured me here when Donnie Chin was killed to welcome me with a class in which a text was presented in which he drearily interpreted the gunning down that so served him.  His class of self-declared psychos from the Gulf War teamed up with psycho Cho to announce the many horrors that people stuff in their mouths looking at me derisively after telling about things they pilched from the batshit refrigerator at UW while making open mouth faces having poisoned me in duh MOUFF!  So of course there was an Injun virologist savvy metalhead and lookalikes of Burstyn and Ono at the Wuhan Tea Club after the Sheriff’s posse staged the basketball game that wasn’t, where I was assigned to look for a girl who was no longer there.

Hillary said in no uncertaiin terms, “MYAWK!