This essay is mendacity and that largely is  my point.  The British Empire in their geopolitical theory, through Pink Floyd, like to hum, “we know what you dreamed.”   They also know that in establishing credibility you scrape and do lip service and sometimes bleed or die.  In making this their inescapable tradition, they adopt the Honor Code of Goblins.  In catering to the Critical Race Theory widely contested in American society, my own lines are drawn at Affirmative Action, which I support, and human trafficking, which I believe should be punished.  There are arguments for hatred that I understand, that a person has been grinded out for too long and no longer has the will to right the wrong against them.  I’m that way.  But in my sincerity about that I don’t try to pretend it isn’t true in order to commit an act of evil. In pretending it isn’t true to get along, I admit that my own bravery, as bravery often is, to be over-rated.  More people should respond to injustice by refusing to practice injustice as a point of pride.

     In wallowing in the food fight and prisoner’s dilemma of Trumpytune Communistas in UW Dialectical (TC) you are self-defeatingly conscribed into terms of argument, so in opening this address I don’t really want to belabor the obvious because no matter how truthful it is the US Government (TC) will only open fire on it as multiplicity and mendacity and hypocrisy and white self-congratulations because there is no, absolutely no reasoning with human traffickers, but I will follow form and make clear that I do admit and acknowledge and with awe recall that in the early days of the pandemic when I was very sick with something the women, all of them elderly, who did the most for me as a stranger, responding to my lockdown and distress, included kind and beautiful elderly Black woman as soft on the eye as they are on the heart.

       Forgive me for cheapening the memory in an overture answering the trashing of Chinatown.

      When I moved in Chinatown, I didn’t know yet that Lennon had stepped out in a trick and was giving some regard to his claim of representing an E/W Circuit, admittedly I was dumb, this was all, for him, about Attilla the Hun claiming right of passage from the virgins of the domain, Nicky Dibarno and Gail Burstyn as agents of The Ruling Stones who killed JFK, the flip side of what I was doing, learning, being a person in poverty living among people in poverty so when I saw the evidence of Spike ole Lee to the rescue, the absolute trashing of Chinatown’s poor in their hour of greatest need by what obviously gangs of cruel, miisguided Trumpytune Communistas from Seattle, I reflected on what a joke and travesty the U.S. Government has become.

        You are supposed to think there are differences between the dogwhip and the facelie but Otter’s refusal to admit refugees was only matched by Inslee’s recruiting of Amal Kassir for the moral concubinage of someone Cho, for of course twas Donnie Chin’s loyal as the did trash Chinatown, just as surely as Marty Roth means well plotting his later years in a town where my nephew seeks to keep peace.  I’ll have to tell you sometime about Roth’s mainman Jerry who shoved my hands in boiling water shouting, “NO TIME NO TIME!”