With the help of King Crimson’s money the slaughterhouse who kidnapped, butchered and gassed me as a little boy have had no trouble masquerading for friends while making me turn the other cheek to avoid police psychiatry.  Even the few who actually are my friends have extremely tough times of it being even remotely logical about what has been done.  I’m told in all matters always to keep it brief.  Convo as ordinarily understood is classified as intake for special counselors.  When it was announced by a creative drama school through the endorsement of Peter Gabriel that I was irrationally afraid of AIDS and subject to a fear experiment, even the evidence I brought forward of a sex and death club at work represented in fact through obscure media as a war game of Two Virgins Pussyball, arguments of negligence were laughed at and fingers pointed again at me obscurely denying any connection to John Lennon murder papers I repeatedly proved existed and were being taken by John Shulman’s operation, whose hand the Smithsonian can still not extricate from their own, hence a maniacal problem.  However, when Code Red College poisoned me in the mouth and shut down my Bachelors after tipping me off to UW Dialectical hand in the pussyball operation, the shutdown of the Pussyball Bachelor on the brink of graduation, you would think, what will the murder of our grannies nationwide, would have you would think resulted in some healthy reflection.  There you go again, I never said I told you so.

For all my hard work, the sinister exaggerators in Seattle cannot help themselves from calling me defamatory when naming them thieves for ripping me off.  Nextdoor actually banned me for a month, without explanation, and so I have to speculate because I referred to people taking books from a drop-in library home to read, or possibly somewhere to sell, as acceptable swiping.  Oh, the white, he thinks poor Black folks are all thieves.  This isn’t called reading between the lines.  First I believe we approach the situation as an opportunity to manufacture exaggeration and this was diagnosed by our actual enemies, and frankly is too easy to succeed in for open mic bullies to second guess themselves which they should be doing: A.  because there is evidence they are wrong, which might embarrass them if they are capable of shame  B.  because good books and good readers are hard to come by.  C.  Because the banishment prevented me from posting a picture and report about the awful traffic jam today between Tacoma and Seattle.

         I will answer A. first.  Then I propose  to demonstrate how all this proves that Covid was a premeditated attack.  The subject of broken people taking books from the Free Library and selling them found me defensive of the accused since it is a lot of hard work and trouble to go through.  This would inform the informed that I was saying it is a forgivable offense and that if it happened with books I donated, which it obviously could, no class specified, I said it would give someone an opportunity to peruse and possibly read a book.  If they get around to returning it, good.  If I weren’t being friendly, why would I donate the books?  The add-on from the mouth poisoners don’t look a gift horse in the mouth gyrates around the issue of my announcing that I am being forcibly driven out by murder (Saoirse Kennedy) by murderers who have driven me out before.  That’s not necessarily the fault of the underprivileged who I would like to see understand the world around us through educational systems that perhaps they have been unfairly restricted from enjoying or attending, enjoyment, in the Bell Hooks sense, meaning exciting processes of exceptions to the rule about school.

          I realize it is a given that sex is private, not so to the attackers, so I won’t discuss their ravages, except to note they are running extermination war games.  The aims of education, as understood by Alfred Whitehead include acknowledgement that careful revision of arguments is sometimes called for.  When it comes to Seattle shitheads this is impossible, and it is also impossible to ignore that the shit flowing into my brain from their mouth poison, plaque, is clocked to the covid plague.  You can’t say that these felons who show all lack of oversight do not therefore lack subtlety.

         Prof. McGuire found it astonishing that at my age I was writing professional tracts virtually without recognition and totally without pay for the right to even attend school despite being in Honors.  The fury of underlings is something he could probably understand if put to him.  The issues being raised about discrimination are real enough. The Furusato community for example was cruelly abused as though alien insurgents after WW1.  These areas have checkered history.  But we are here to discuss Shifty, not anti-Asian sentiment.  There is a man who is burning with hate, he seethes with hate, he broadcasts hate from the posters on his office walls, he loves to hurt people, he partied with the Magistrate who knowingly burned a rival Black athlete, he targeted the levity of a known Police professional, he calibrated sinister remarks directed at the poison planted in my mouth. The Equity Scythe is his twilight zone. He dreams of martial law.  This is a man I called Shifty.  He is an underling.

           The evidence shows that Shifty’s godfather, Peter Gabriel,  tortured me as an object to extrude streams of consciousness by which to set off his lightning and sell his hypnotic lies, getting me badly injured by deliberate incitement of Pittsburgh and Seattle shitheads.  For them, because of these rabids, and administrative control, money is in the bank, and you know how underlings are.

          When targeting me because of my father, a schoolbook writer, the KKK had allies among the NAACP because even though on their side my father held a position they coveted more than his contribution to open door policy.  Pink Floyd killed Geo Floyd as part of their geopolitical theory and entered the fluxus call I can’t breathe from their song This Island Earth.  Black issues were a smokescreen that they wanted to fire up.  They attacked me as super honchos selling hatred of American educators, railing against schools in The Wall.  How that horrible Nazi extravaganza came to be the standard for political correctness boils down to the legendary Trumpytune pocketbook and his pals Barack and Roger Waters.  Perhaps you troll that I am unfair to Barack.  Not so.  The Rotterdam woman’s conference made clear that the use of Love is the most common lure used by sex slavers. So is the audacity of hope.  No one has the right to claim political correctness when shattered a deaf man’s soul with an implanted neuroplastic taser and laughing the joke’s on you.

     Covid-19 is a damn strange thing to find funny, too.