Oliver Stone is among those who would like Americans to believe that the catchphrase of Dwight David Eisenhower about the Military-Industrial Complex is adequate to describe the ideological war machine that has emerged in The United States of America with the AIDS attack and that just isn’t true.  The British war machine used James MacRyland Crary to depict by cartoon a Warhol statement of solidarity with Gail Carolyn Burstyn by evoking defense privilege for Leslie Sanetta Katz, a red-headed Australian Israeli, a crime endorsed by Hustler Magazine and the National Rifle Association taking the side of Hitler’s spirit, an assailant King Crimson (KC) call K., in a James bond of bondage, James Kasper, used in a Lennon stage rights symposium of ongoing money blackout chapter dialoguing by Yojimbo actions under the stage management of British Labor Government who hired a gang named Pitman to kidnap me and gas me in a place called Kings Estate.   This outrage was uploaded with a Temple University Africology uprising against White Liberalism in the name of a Neva Corporation Death Row Records smut lobby at Carnegie Mellon where Warhol and The D’Alesandro family, which includes the Warhol actor, Joe, the Lawrenceville Funeral Company and Nancy Pelosi, plied a pussyball ledger for Nicky Dibarno. It is the politics of Marlon Brando, whose picture by Warhol fetched $20 million dollars, in Italian America where Family is everything.

Brando is real Trump America. High wheel’n villainy. The type who knew what fear would make an immigrant shopkeeper say (especially to a seven foot tall Klobuczar dacoit from East Minster Uganda). Working for Trump classmate Francis Gerald Coppola (I donohue) Brando was friends with Jagger, where Oswald worked (Jagger and Stoval) Jag us all with the Spike of Sting and put us all in the stove.

The lewd Sotheby’s interest is why David Geffen called my strange ticket of revulsion at Leslie Sanetta Katz’ rape incitement, “a page.” He was LICKING CHOPS MAN. He had him a licky chops hoe down with Nava and Skeeter. Penis J. Sinfield used his lyric hand to announce the Justice of Reagan in revenge for John Lennon as a cover operation for Sir McCartney and Jacqueline Onassis.  JFK’s murder was also promotion of this free for all by English loyalists of the Third Reich, whose leader was King Edward (also known as David). The use of the C in a Star of David, like the cerebralism “Moxyland” (pronounced mock “C” land) that came out of Japan, Warhol’s Pittsburgh and South Africa to describe the 80’s operation between Reagan and Penis Gabriel, was on the script by Gail Carolyn Burstyn naming the murder of Martin Luther King as a function of promotion for Yoko Ono, who built his love pyre.

       Curator records those these may seem, Dr. Ralph Proctor covered for the Pitman gang who gassed me in a place called Kings Estate after Temple University heard the word that the crime was going to be worth millions to somebody and that Pennsylvania certainly didn’t do it for my sake.  Proctor was working with a Jewess alluded to in the script named Joy. If you think that my discovery, known to cyber-stalkers, of a Joy Division in the research linking Beloved to the Underground Railroad is a misfortune of coincidence in the occult of coincidences found in obscure librarian guilds, think again.  Robert Fripp of King Crimson is a fascist in the AIDS attack who used poetry for military communications his whole career, giving me the name Robert Summers, a psychological warfare specialist, in Saint Louis while he was on the prowl. Fripp had John Stockwell, a CIA dacoit follow me to Allentown in 1987 when the offered the Wall Street Crash as the Day the Earth Stood Still in defense of Paul McCartney’s view that AIDS was a necessary evil.   Fripp specializes in off the radar super-significance like Joy Division, and hired Lisa Ann Miles, or LAM for the lamb of Lennon and McCartney in Midori Goto’s pro-Kasper rampage that included 911 with Dia of Plague Mass and her namesake Dia at SPIN whose friend at the Governors School, who called himself “Mad Artist” she liked to quote for having said, “how soon they forget.” New Order was anything but tongue in cheek.

         Lisa Miles was working with Proctor and Romero in Pittsburgh but also Matt Marcus, Abira Ali, who knew Zell of Mt. Desert Island at Temple University when he was in school with the Guttersnipes, named as the nerve agent experimenters who poisoned me.  Miles was hired to locate the nerve agent in my personality for detonation when the Green Party made their move after murdering my father in the name of Donohue. Miles also worked with Mike Seate of the Trump/Santorum loyal newspaper The Tribune Review.  Seate sells himself in the Internet as a Tupac Shakur fan but he doesn’t exhibit his big, big swastika tattoo, which Proctor defends as a sacred African symbol. It is in a way, at least now that we know Hitler is the Holy Spirit of Lennon.

        The used terms like Swastika Girls and images like Hitler Nuns, B.I.T.C.H. (Bush is the church Hitler), and a lot of Japanese supremacism.   In fact, Kinokuniya Bookstore, which always exhibits Yoko Ono’s trash, welcomed Ichiro’s Rookie Year with a magazine headlined, “Would We Have Been Better Off If Hitler Won?”  You might not think that Israeli’s would help fascism take revenge, but as LBJ said of J. Edgar Hoover, he’d “rather he was on the inside of the tent pissing out than the outside pissing in.”  The British like to have it both ways.

         Which of course means that the Black Panther are planning to rob me at gunpoint.  What UW is pulling is a murder cartel by disease and poison crime, with a psychological operation making sport of a deaf student, setting up the extortion of charity in part by drive-by killer terrorism.  Proctor likes white people to be very afraid, even if it means on behalf of Reagan. He used to say how stupid Reagan was and Reagan would be the first to agree, tell me more, Doctor, make me wise with your spies.

        Reagan’s name in the script is a Bizarro selfie, the man who framed himself as dumb.  Why just ask Penis Gabriel, he laughed, he’ll tell you I didn’t know, while raping deaf Jeannie for Ringo.  East Liberty District, who syphilize with the Tupac grudge, one of the Kennedy curses located upon the focus of evil that is my house, where police have burst in, is where I had my first music lesson with Rondy Tagg and was demanded for child porno by a hustler named Randy.  When I refused they took it by force. You might as well call them Texas Queers because that is the name of the magazine where Midori Goto staged her rejection in favor of child molesting real men.

       I admit it’s strange that the death of Tupac Shakur, for whom the bell tolls on Martin Luther King’s birthday 2020, has in the Wikipedia an Israeli investigation going.  I was living with Marvin Wolyn who son once visited me for the express purpose of deriding what was then my love for King Crimson. Ahhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhh, he would go and laugh.    One of the films Gail Carolyn Burstyn took me to, titled, “Kiss of the Spider Woman,” ends with a Latino woman leading a drive by where the hapless protagonist is gunned down. The other film that night was “Prick Up Your Ears.”

        It looks to me at the current writing that the C in the Star of David was put together in part as an alliance with Death Row Records, who certainly did champion the Pitmans who gassed me in a Holocaust Special Education at Kings Estate.  I hid on the top shelf of the towel closet at home as a child and the only thing the Obama ROTC could offer as a statement was the bellow, “Don’t SAY like Anne Frank!” That isn’t infinite shiemish of correctness to the Temple connectivity, see.

        So desuka, ii, bloody fingernails again, little quee’, aye and a spot of evidence that Saoirse’s killers were behind the massacre in Daytona.   Reagan? LOOK DOWN!! An LBJ and Mussolini lookalike arrived in State Police garb outside the Lorraine Motel on the day King died, with a distinctly Brando flare, but never the mind of Germany.  Oh yes, AIDS was an Ono love pyre. There’s no doubt that George Lucas was being alluded to when Tive put my father up to a book on George Leader before the Force poisoned him. We donohue but let it be with you, myuh.