Everyone knows who “they” means. They have set up a wall of attrition. You pick up a lead and the confirmation is endless. There has to be a way to make clear the entire rig was hijacked. The enigma code depends on the lie that Lennon died. He faked it. Once you see that you can see everything else. His spirit, always good for morale, was code named Kasper for King Edward’s Kennedy-killing friendship with Hitler in Argentina. Forgive, be forgiven and it will be just like starting over. What a soundtrack for the kill. It was King Edward's idea. Do you know the symbolism of the Ace of Spades? Watch this to the end. It's only two minutes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YCu_NCsd_U&t=52s

Notice that by saying this they have it set up to identify anyone who tells the truth with the unnameable one. How very interesting that when I believed both in Lennon and Lennon’s death they called me Chapman’s partner then, as well. Patricia Fripp’s piteous gyrations of pro-German martial violence on innocent people leered that the implant in my head causing seizures had rendered me a Manchurian out to frame, who is it now, Holy Trump? The problem isn’t exactly Billy Budd. If they weren’t lying for the attackers they claim killed Lennon it wouldn’t be that hard to love-slave for Lennon’s dignity as a fellow artist even while being hanged. The point is that this is what everyone is supposed to do while being backstabbed for the assassins. This means the situation is an enigma that has to be understood and the fable of Lennon’s death creates a mobius twist where truth is the side never seen. It’s worth money, is their cat call catchall, and in that vernacular they tied their fortunes to John Shulman, recently featured in Smithsonian Magazine for grand museum theft. What gives at Warhol?

John Shulman and his friends at Warhol, including King Crimson, not only traumatically tortured me as a child and left me mutilated for life, they used me for hidden camera pornography under the cold auspices of religious psychiatry and finally chemically castrated me while their network commited bystander horrors to ward off intervention and hope.

All of this was justified by horrible, off-record lies and remarks like, "the people of Pittsburgh don't believe you."

Pittsburgh and Seattle, who helped Shulman do this to me, have refused to admit any of this because they have constructed a persona of me and are terrified that if they made amends I would shame them as a model citizen, which would entail explaining why they voided my rights in favor of terror syndicate organized crime.

Poetry does not justify the criminally insane.

The police have needed someone to solve this case but in answer they have authored terrible reprisals, making the situation already psychotic, even worse. The hand of Oliver Stone married Reagan and Ringo over Shulman’s various stories about me. The rabid animals who Peter Gabriel organized to make captive religious psychiatric pornography, who have turned my home into a landscape of invasion also made cyber typos into a numerology switchboard based on what they profess to be a pussyball crime code, in Two Virgins parochializing for the Rolling Stones and their panopticon that can bring your wife into view or Corrections to bear. This numerological switchboard was ruled a higher awareness by the authorities a long time ago, and finds outlets in Towerball.

Nobody can forget for an instant that we are in the midst of another major mystery by the forces behind this heist, covid, and the only way you will ever understand covid is if you have the grace and courage to come clean about the anthrax on 911 in your head. Shulman himself rubbed everyone’s faces in the truth about the museum theft script that Gabriel pinched from the plant job they pulled in antique napkins at my house with his tract on the actions of Mayors in plague times. I reported again and that the evidence showed a pornographic industry behind the AIDS attack. No one so much as said they cared, and Queer fascists in Seattle openly announced they didn’t. They’ve already made big bucks on their dark web, black market Sotheby’s productions.

So, obviously, they have some seething narrative grinding in their brains. Let’s, their syphilitic tropes a bit.

I would like to instruct you briefly in the values of a patriot. It is not in the cards to validate or admire the misdeeds of a truly sick mind like Peter Gabriel. We hear from the wormlines of our enemies that America was never perfect. Yet we have normal arrangements, normative standards, and values that should be aspired to live up to, not trashed by enemy sociologists. We have cheered our own doom. Aiding and abetting Penis Gabriel, Senegal played a pirate game of capture the Flag by nerve agent.