The legend of our society holds that commonsense prevails and most people can tell right from wrong; further that discussing it is what makes people confused; so it goes that lawyers are called liars.  It is held as folkway that the courts not only cannot tell right from wrong but are probably the reason that exceptions to the rule of commonsense have so much power.  Seeking fair play in court we are challenged to engage in an enchanting game of subtlety so elite that the greatest practitioners are those who can carry the attention of their audience, the judge and jury, down many windy paths long after they have stopped making any sense at all.  Jurisprudence can be a lucid mesmerization and contempt for it can be the mask of crime.  Not all those who do wrong abide by courtroom persuasion.  So the rule of law endures.

      This brings us to the mathematics, or perhaps the miracle attending transparency and classified matter.    If there are practitioners of law whose goal is to mask crime then their culture probably enjoys convincing commonsense folklorists that they can be trusted and so it is a great achievement if they reach a consensus where to question them is the most damning proof of insincerity.  This attainment they call casually The Nature of Reality.  It is a toast with the phantom arm of Hollywood.

      What exactly does the fickle establishment of convenient conviction pronounce to its argumentation?   Ghoulishly they angle at normalization of a world that regards Adolf Hitler whimsically as just another one of us.  I can testify that Sean Ono Lennon is a poisonous hater whose family guild care nothing at all about inflicting absolutely horrible pain.  What I have already said helps explain their method as getaway artists.   Everyone is told to put their fist to their ear and say:  only the spirit knows.

        A student learning English as a second language in America is probably to be forgiven for wanting to believe that Administration is making the world safe for commonsense, but what if they aren’t?  Then a new deal emerges where the fringe element furthest outside review and least subject to self-restraint begin scribbling anything they choose between the lines and study their victim forcefully for particulars that can be deliberately misrepresented.  This in turn empowers (and gains power by a sort of) mystical awe.

       Let’s pretend that the auto-caption device on Zelensky’s speech to Congress didn’t fill the screen with the words, “Paul. Ukraine is alive”.  I don’t know which source (it’s hard to track down) so in pretending why bother to pose this issue?  It identifies that idea that depopulation was agreed upon and both sides are a cult of this inhuman development.  McCartney’s Goebbels, Sinfield, creams in his pages that “God” (e.g. meaning the Leapfrog Oligarch Banker) “is always on both sides”.  

      The idea that Blaise Cendrars’ first book L’or was made film both by allies and a 2nd anonymous version by the Axis is too incriminating about this fourth dimension crowd and the phantom arm.   What is one supposed to say to despicable little Lennon?  He used my post-traumatic fear of nuclear war written up in a poem about non-violent enlightenment as a bizarre and cynical nuclear prophecy fulfillment that he justifies by his mother being Japanese.  He forged a narrative exclusive for Donald Trump positioning their twisted reasoning about AIDS to be in synchronization for the advent of the Covid-19 crime:  as though needing to outdo his daddy by spinning All this and World War Three.   This guild loves inflicting pain.  They never stop.

     The assassins aren’t really good at reading minds but they do understand fear in terms of how to use it.  The discovery of super-patriot right wingers working with Euro-trolls, including Putin, exacting mercenary tribute and rectifying perceived sleights to their honor should not be  used to cloak the role of Seattle Left who have done the same.  Public schools are their enemy and it has been a long and ugly game with the US Government.  My goal in the rest of this letter is to describe what corruption at the FBI looks like to me.

      Most people who can thread the needle necessary to manage a complete sentence realize that Obama was perfectly happy at his automated drone war playstation and not about to hazard climate action which was still safe to leave to someone else but he also knew the time table running just enough so that he could get ahead by playing the role of Aztek God.  When his team players took down Saoirse Kennedy he barely managed to blush.

       The narrative gets established crudely by New York powers servicing Yoko Ono.  They don’t say how they think but they slipped some Israeli war papers into my effects and reasoned if you mistook them for unserious in revenge we will misconstrue anything you say and turn it on you in military attacks against innocent people and this Peter Gabriel calls “handling the shocks”.  Left out is their partnership with the Israeli who wrote the letters.

       Don’t ask, don't tell how that works.

       The social archeology of the record exhibits the empty soul of the NAACP.  Black Americans believe that you can equate money with soul.  It isn’t consistent but services a grand barrage of contradictory rhetoric.  Their brutality has no cause.  It just plays out.

       The starting point for the NAACP is the crude idea that anyone who was suspicious that Reagan was behind the letters should eat their words and with the final presentation of evidence showing clearly that Reagan was in the gang who did it that by now so many innocent people have been crushed by this doctrine exposing Obama is ruled out forever.

       Meanwhile, they know your fears.  Torture, true sadism, is real.

       I have been alone for a very long time.  The general picture painted of me as a deaf man is that I messed up my social relations and this is the result.  To answer I will quote Biden’s Christmas message that when we send our youth into battle we should prepare them because the issue is true children being used as cannon fodder.  The assassins said in the letters, “don’t write a book,” because they knew it would take one and still no help would come.

       Behind this dismal ordeal was a diagnostic mechanic working the ingenuity of a bipartisan union control that prevailed through simple cooperation.  When “Lady Panther” and “Dixon” appeared in Pitt News. synchronized to a one-night stand with faculty, the gang sign of the assassins was uploaded from Seattle.  The plan of inflicting a Ripley’s Believe it or Not tale of deranged acts and then ghoulishly siphoning for lickychops spoils allows the Spirit of Manson to stand in as King County Executive in the form of Dow Constantine and yes it really is that bad, I reported poison crimes over and over again in the lead up to Covid-19.  It was like talking to a stuffed owl.  What U.N. “Peace Ambassador” Midori Goto put me through is still unwritten battle carnage.

        America sent me into battle as a playground deaf child and their idea of preparing me was to viciously soften me up.  They made me a drone with a neurological implant.  When Jeffry Sachs says that NATO, not Russia, is the problem in Europe, normally I would believe him, he is a seasoned diplomat in Sustainable Development at the United Nations, but there still may be something he doesn’t understand.  I know that NATO unleashed the AIDS attack from a New England Society of Human Ecology on Mt. Desert Island where I was lured by a Carnegie Mellon murder machine organized by Yoko Ono whose gangsters were play-acting protest of a sexual indoctrination variety, playing chicken with risk factors and Russia may have been complicit.  This would explain the Ukraine as a brutal parameter to deter and detest investigation, loaded like puns at a Zappa reactor.

       The follow up operations by Seattle follow the berserker trends of gold-diggers mongering State pecuniary rubrics by keeping it secret as a copyright sect and what they are calling a food fight.   The discovery that one of their most predatory narrators, cited again and again by Peter Gabriel to justify his dozens of acts of murderous mayhem, John Shulman, tonguing little books about Mayors in Plague Times had stolen and sold 8 million dollars in museum books while running me out of town into homelessness for expressing concern and who had close personal ties to Adam Eisenstat a Donald Trump speechwriter, did nothing to make an honest man of Dow Constantine.

          The bizarre tone of the whole job tells you what corruption looks like at the FBI under the special meanings arcana of Yoko Ono.  Take Mancine, the child sex operator in East Liberty District of Pittsburgh who brutalized and helped deafen me as a grade school target he helped brutally kidnap.  He spoke to me of the CIA having listening devices in his TV while telling ribald tales of Terri Visco.  Scott Riback overdubbed the whole thing with nuclear secrets his mother had confiscated from the Federal Reserve over which Adam Eisenstat laughed that I was, “terrorized by State Secrets,” which he found funny as hell while shouting, “to the winners go the spoils.”  James W. Child, a nuclear magnate from Bowling Green who lived in the house (while visiting Pitt) of a call girl hired and named in the script, intoned judgment about the impingements of state drama school narrators that,” pacifism is immoral”.  Their plastic rape fraud tall tale which they used as an off-off media cult cyclotron is an alloy, a form of Putinmium.

         When they crow that the Walrus means everyone just as Jesus forgives and if you ask even Hitler or not even Hitler the fluxus redounds.