The secret of Gail Burstyn was that she is an undesirable Jewess which in the language of UW Dialectical is a contradiction in terms, further she was in good with the NAACP so she hid in plain view through the AIDS attack, protected by Seattle Queers and ready to poach some more during the covid, bonus aggression. Thinking himself wise and manly, the cur Obama summed it up at the Community College of Allegheny County with the quip, “the joke’s on you,” left on the escalator as a sticker by his dacoits. The British are sick people, they did this to their own society and to America who they sucker in order to feed, justifying it by what Lewis Lapham calls “tears for sale,” backstabbing the best friend who floats at the bottom of a glass. How can anyone see hope in the complicity of silence that led to the murderous insurrection at the Capitol? Trump has given his detractors a trump card to play, but the Insurrection hasn’t lost yet, far from it, they still have The Beatles, this revolution no.9 does, and they are as deadly serious as the recent murder of more of the Kennedys.
Mickey Obama is just like Ivanka Trump, yes women, both of whom live to gloat by the formula that ideology provides by biased self-serving analysis, no matter how vicious the crimes. As more lies, more death engulf America from the secret of the Nuremberg trial whose Insurrection by the Axis hasn’t lost, the yes women are full of spite.
Death is the meaning of their names: Rosine Monteleone, Michelle Obama, Ivanka Trump, obsessive allies of the manliness behind the deceit that gave us these new atrocious diseases. Because of these women the Insurrection hasn’t lost even as Nancy Pelosi (NP) positions Joe Biden and sets the thermostat in the House of Representatives to the terms of indignation. It is only to protect themselves not those who they betrayed, as we face more lies, more death at the mercy of the crude ideology that provides their self-serving analysis. They plan to sit pretty behind their murders and deadly threats, mocking Saoirse Kennedy openly online through their sinister consortium from The Beatles Headquarters at Real Worlds in Bath, England, evoking the name of Yoko Ono and her poison crime cult who wrote the script of Gail Burstyn as the secret decree of London over America’s first use of atomics in which Burstyn refers to Nobuko, star of the film Children of Hiroshima and what she calls Nobuko’s stupid code about what boys and girls should do.
Obama played dumb which will not bring back Saoirse. The secret of Nuremberg, surprise, guess who, came down from the age of antenna TV’s with a flowchart to spill while Gail Burstyn and the NAACP catcalled for murder, “You think you’re better than us!” Kirshner, neighbor of WQED, partner of the lout Robert Fripp, would sit at lunch between classes where he was no. 2 law student and rock his fat legs jovially, “ahhhh, I just hate the arabs,” he would say, shrugging his arms as if addressing a roomful of admiring fraternity brothers, “I don’t know why, what can I say, I just, I just hate the arabs,” he would laugh. This is the man who led Youssou N’dour of Senegal’s mouth poisoning campaign of ripper hatter celebrity supremacy against the way I thought of my father. He was Hillary’s brainchild, laughing that they hired a whoopy cushion death doll from Maxwell House and Society for Human Ecology on Mt. Desert Island to take the aggression out of the queerbait as cowhooves therapy, while Leslie’s attorney from Sounds True, a lesbian for magical religion, met with Midori Goto’s pimp the Dalai Lama.
Geopolitically, Youssou N’dour’s NYC has always been as trashy as the cult in Kurt Vonnegut’s Mother Night Spewing fictions Senegal’s royalist bought boy seeking to vindicate Pitman, who gassed me, is a leader of the nation that also sided with Israel in the drone wars against Yemeni schoolbuses. How could he not deride the white schoolbus driver who saw American schools as the wonder of the age, I donohue would murder us both for advocating literacy concerning Africa?
The NAACP have voided and foreclosed on dignity. It is as if the United Negro College Fund was an X-file jest by Adolf Hitler just to prove if you help them they will only turn on you. Given the head injuries inflicted on as a child by the British, the nerve agent used by the Jews and the free smacks secured for their pornographers by WQED the simple assessment that if someone is reporting mayhem as grave as kidnapping, hostage-taking, mutilation and torture by a documented, card-carrying Manson pedo-cinema hit team that if you don’t believe them you at least have the dignity to leave them alone is, for the grabbing, grinning, rhetoric-giddy Black man an absurdity. He has come licky chops to show the meat that money is murder and that his jurisdiction is the nature of reality over the little white piece of pie. I will never not be the chameleon they mock because of my mother who donated me for this purpose. She is another Nancy of the arsenic tale that CMU called Starsinic.
The poachers yammer things they gruesome up and mug who is wise now dogeyes for example drawing a line of best fit between paint thinner inhalants and online porno. There is a line of best fit, as we see in the brutal chloroform genre in the Anglo-Asian alliance. For some the details of extreme sadism are proof of McCartney’s superiority. Having rescued Hitler who Disney helped conure they created James MacRyland Crary as a decoy from birth, giving me 10-20-60 as a move of Queen Elizabeth’s birth control satanism. Jane Thomp brays that she visited Nancy Jane at Shadyside Hospital and that morning it snowed. 6 months from Hitler’s birthday, QE crowed, we are all as innocent as you, little one.
The Jews hold full boodle of weepy grudge grievance in the Gordon Revolution revisit. When you pause a moment, Dolly, saying, but that was Germany, she gloats, tell that to Sherman Alexie. Marlon Brando’s alliance, in other words, evoking Andrew Jackson for Trump, while playing down that the distribution of smallpox blankets was the work of a foreign English General, whose flipp McCartney shrewd put an American name on the redux, doesn’t want America anymore. Dibarno, which decodes to I, Brando, does mean that, just as the name Jagr on the work cards of Oswald means Jagger. Sherman looks groovy in his beanie of brilliance.
It was easier to believe that I was to blame than that any of this really happened. The crime rolls over on itself because someone far away from my battered condition as a derided deaf child abandoned by my father to a shrieking alcoholic mother didn’t see The Beatles as anything but untouchables from the Magic Kingdom. In light of the mystery, murder, murder, murder, it is easy to see why I shopped around for help and looked into things. Driven out of politics by the criminally insane, I accept that it never should have happened but the evil intimacy of the British, zenker diverticulum, the sonar invasion of the mind, the demand for tea to child rapists and Kennedy’s killers, the hydrogen bomb threat by Peter Gabriel against the United States defending Yemeni schoolbus drone attackers, all in the name of Lennon to protect Gail Burstyn, shows that the destruction of my body as a statement is part of the ongoing legay of Japan’s sadism. The NAACP look on making me an example of a dubious message for neoliberals like Oprah. Dr. Proctor’s book is full of their tapes, carpet chewing stupidities about Snow White WHITE!!!!! No wonder they wants a nice blond boy to cowhooves.
Cynicism of the weirdest depravity comes down the hierarchy from the ministry of miseducation, the evil empire of Roger Waters. I have some dignity. I won’t show you what they rubbed in my face during pubescence while I was still struggling with learning to read. Maybe someday in court.