It began with a Death in the Family.   As usual, it was a Kennedy, this time a young girl.  Thus the war power has learned to consecrate their immoral acts of agency.  Fear doesn’t need to register. It always acts as the great inductor. The Draft in this repertoire of Trojans has long been a secret one, but for that all the more efficient.  The liberal dream of cultivating humanity is imperilled by the Wuhan Flu in an act that bears imprints of prior infamy. Shogun dominion was clear and present when I was poisoned in the mouth.   Meanwhile the agenda of taunting individuals into high risk behavior, calling us chickenly for taking common cause with common sense abounded in every fraternity chat favoring the disposition that might makes right.   Just as I was put to Mt. Desert Island, UW wangled me into protest marches in the zones of where you walkman anyway man, an area the Wicca prior designated Wikhan.    

        The Beatles are terribly incendiary and old age has not made them well.  I already knew it when after the death of George Harrison they left two shits in the YMCA pool downtown as their calling card.   The idea that the Beatles were the perfect soundtrack for morale in a bedlam of copious witchhunts and promotion of shamanist tasking has some study guide presence in the doublecross symbol of the underground in Casablanca.  If you don’t like the idea that Erik Prince was hired by the D.T. Corporation to ingratiate the Left to their saviors you probably don’t understand why the women of the Left pull their pants down fast for Prince and his Rainbow Coalition.  In Casablanca song challenged song, but the Beatles took care of that when upstaging Jimmy Kennedy by deafening Kennedy kid Jimmy C. One of the things short-sighted people can never get used to about this nightmare is the Lifelong Psychology Administration who schooled us through the tutorly epidemias.    

       My gramps was an Ozarks Missourian married 66 years to Marie Donaldson, who Topeka loved much more than JFK.   A Hee Haw loving guy, he was the real stuff that gave rise to the legendary Petticoat Junction, so much so that when reflecting in ill health on my true nature I watched them into the midnight oil hours and came across a Trojan set of fact:   The programmers behind the Warren Commission had in mind returning Axis intelligence to America by way of broadcasts like this one. They began in 1963. I haven’t actually seen any reference to JFK but midway through 1964 they put on a Ladybug holler crawling up in promotion of the Beatles, “They came from England.  They’re the biggest thing in this country.” (Season 1, Episode 27). They were going to come here until they were and JFK was in the way. On one occasion only I was taken to the Burnhardts mansion in the country where a facsimile of that very style of railroad engine and car were accessible to us kids, and further, after the poison crime, Aubrey, whose agency name traces to comments of a multi-ringed girl in Mt. Desert Island, followed up the poison crime by sending me a ladybug.  In light of this, you have to wonder if a boy who had me drawing Lost in Space as the programmers behind Dealey Plaza started Star Trek, John Van Buskirk, might have been being alluded to by the van behind the bus driven by classmates hired by Ming Na Wen at Kelly School that drove me into homelessness in a state of seizures, and that Kirkwood, long used by this cult to imply that a real leader would serve tea to the moral calculus behind the KC vice systematic, were targeted.

         Frank Herbert had a notion of deceiving the truly loyal and intelligent to make them dictators of cock and bull hysteria on behalf of their own enemies, and it worked.  You can’t get around Ringo’s routines, no matter how deadly his rotten tomatoes: Truman Cupo’tea Show.

        Many of Rooseveltians hoped that victory in WW2 had brought us immunity from the mentality of the Axis, but the British fascist cauldron of Duke Edward was far too slick a gentry to have all that.  Support of victims of power and oppression is the whole basis for the democratic urge and arrangement. Churchill never really saw it that way. The British brotherhood of common cause in supremacy is very strong despite these differences of opinion among them.   In War of the Worlds a panic stricken man smashes an elderly to the floor with the words, “Money’s no good anymore,” after being offered a briefcase. Witnessing the fights over soap in the grocery store we see a laugh on the lips of the professorial Above, democracy’s no good anymore.  This is the same insane party who chided liberals as scaring seniors.

           Paul McCartney, a rotten puke who no sane man would call Sir, in his mad capacity for truly insane hatred is a big motherfucking deal no matter how many ways you fail to acknowledge it.    This dastardly affair is a reprise of the AIDS cauldron. No one I know can see the implications for themselves of his pie-in-the-face style. The only thing keeping it from being an act of war is its capacity to be prosecuted under the law as a crime against Our Commonwealth.  His allies therefore need to be multiplied by every means necessary, including deception and disease, business as usual for the foreign English strutting with the pincher grip of the gobbler, lie after cowardly lie.

          It’s an old observation, but in his vanguard the people of Seattle weaponized D.T. Corporation queer sensibilities with mirth and vindictiveness towards queerbait’s helpless rage.    Making a landstake on blackout and versions they “lied through the teeth,” an objective mysteriously mystified for the occasion with the film, “Wings of Desire.” Being told not to trust anyone over 30 is exactly what the Trojans in Lifelong Administration wanted to see as they charted the long term processes whereby Hitler’s loyalists were going to get revenge and make clear why they saw JFK as half-a-man to go/to the eternal flame of Gail Burstyn.

        The idea that JFK was half a man is an interesting table talk notion of Hitler regulars of the sort the gangsters at Pitt turned out to be.   Speaking of Neville Chamberlain, “For Mussolini, the umbrella-carrying British prime minister was the embodiment of the effete values his fascist regime was battling”  David Kertzerwrites, so it was perfectly proper to carry an umbrella when getting revenge for Heydrich in the name of Oswald Mosley in Dealey Plaza, clearing the tracks for The Beatles to regain dominion over the lousy settlers abroad.

           The voice bomb of Peter Gabriel and Gail Burstyn’s name pun on the enemy within, her chat about ESP signals and his presence at NASA made clear that the unacceptably incendiary degradation that crops up in their porn guild is to be transferred onto the sinners in liability for their jest.    It works perfectly because they’ve crunched the lucky ones into a burden. The idea is uncomplicated if sophisticated, bankrupt America by their liberal promises and then line us up for service to the plotting. They thought it through and subjected me to many mentalities zinging my brain, the Douglas quip, “If you try to help black people they will only turn on you,” the Oil City quip, “if you wash I’ll be offended.”   Eat the Rich they transmongreled into Eat the Liberals and no one caught one even when they dragged a poor deaf child through glass who never lived above the poverty line, cackled in Japanese, “suffer not a fool to live.” Vince Eirene and Robert Fripp no less backed up Reagan’s call that Jimmy Creary wasn’t really kidnapped by their agents for pity who used to break into houses to shit on the tables. These Pitmans were welcomed by Ringo Starr at the table of Midori Goto.

        The Petticoat girls flocked to undress for the Lennon era and turned into an elite brood of spinster junkies at Warhol.  Although hyping themselves by the phrase Human Contact, social-distancing was really always sort of the game for King Crimson.  For all their slick puncraepft and mind games pushing people to get sick isn’t really common cause. It’s more like kamakazi. The whole thing is on the radar at denial point the great recruiter as the D.T. Corporation manuver into play for panic harvesting.