Dialectical UW is absurdity wrapped in a monger hiding its jest. By their estate a crime for example rape which is proven by science of DNA in some cases would not be considered proven if the victim’s attorney for whatever reason passed over a black jurist.  She or he did not trust the black man therefore it is hiding something and cannot be trusted.  Although objective science of DNA has nothing to do with it such monger gathers momentum as the hmm tester gesticulates, wisebearding and forages onward and upward with its supernatural diction.  Naturally one pinches their nose when lifting the mask of reason at the NAACP and finding the face of Reagan.

      The attackers stopped at nothing in parading their hoot that my idealism is masochism and they are greatly rewarded by my adherence to the reckoning with climate change being a common enemy but I do not regard it as the override switch they have intended.  One of my earliest efforts to persuade corporations written to a company that advertised what appeared to be environmental insouciance in a program at Heinz Hall was answered amiably with the assertion that they didn’t view their industry as either/or with the environment but rather and/also.  

     The rabid are monstrously insisting on insinuating friendliness in their legendary bloodthirst for backstabblery.  The rabid has not  persuaded me in its pogrom and sneering towards innocent people that inhuman acts are poetry, only that the murderers are insane.   I have put language on their attitude to render the satisfaction of hearing their caustic jibber as words they shun at the lapping of confederacy laid bare.  Dr. Pimpenstein is working a police state scam.

     To understand the genuinely fascist dude ranch of the criminally insane you have to grasp their belief, devoutedly held among them, that Kennedy was blessed to be assassinated by the Beatles.   Trump is operating fish franchises that selectively put sharp bones in tuna designated for my delivery.  His pornographers pushed and pushed and pushed their freedoms until Godlike arms rose and said enough, a plague on your houses.  The fanged and gruesome Caligula mystique of Peter Gabriel has long been at his side.  It is no longer possible not to suspect that every last radio report from poop sewage in the ocean to a 14 year old shot through a wall is some freak statement from the media mecca.

       Some of the parables are easy to read:  Winslow Isaac Simons had a bobcat that shredded a sweet innocent thing and he laughed, crowing back when I said pacifism is immoral, “with a T.”  The warriors!  WARRIORS! Of ancient Africa swastika full-bless also crow of Ancient Kings, the Pharoah of David Bowie, honorary the Isis man having paid good divies to Detroit.   Near the XXXslurs of WQED Joel Caplan coagulated across the street from a mansion notorious for being a partnership of a young man and a spinster.  The experiments of Shulman’s gang doeth thereby-eth continueth.

      The riddle DD of fiddle dee dee remains the same, if’n you try and tell on us the boomerang will turn back on n’you, myuh, myuh, MYAWK!