There is a class of people for whom law enforcement, whether civil or criminal, does not work.  If victimized, the person is ignored, they cannot master the details to represent themselves in court, and in America, like the White Rose Trials in Germany, non-political man is seen for not a man at all.  If this were the only thing that Pitt meant by The Nature of Reality, a pregnant, morbid term for their ruses, they would have an easy time fixing things by a liberal unionism.  Instead, they are dominated by a subculture who engage that state of affairs and use it to concrete criminal advantage as a point of their political philosophy.   

     Near the den of Pitt’s number two slurmeister Kirshner, Rodef Shalom, a convent, MisterRogers, Central Catholic and a swastika-tiled entrance to an apartment building is a Friends Meeting House where the merchandise is coached by property holders nearby in Draft Evasion, while Leanne Ellison Norman (L.E.N.) uses deep implants to browbeat the merchandise over her caustic inside knowledge of Andrea Swimmer’s redundant actions.  The Meeting House, a turnstile for the Mt. Desert Island operation, and nerve center for dark web activity from Carnegie Mellon, also outposts the citadel of Christian Science that lies betwixt Friends and Central Catholic.

        Godspell was created at CMU and there are elements in HAIR.  HAIR was diabolical, which the cryphters would call HAIR-bolical.  They sang of medical slangs for intercourse but never mentioned clap, they coached reckless abandon and then cried about negligence, never a word about abortion.   Then they covered for the AIDS attack, by the Christian Science of a nerve agent implanted in a child.   Proving their superior manhood, they triggered seizures as a cover up for atrocity and grabbed the hottie while pouting the meaning of true love.  The direction of their thinking was always clear from Nelson Harrison’s asides.  The Lifetime Achievement Award for these Pittsburghers is gloating, looky seen what n’you cudda had,  nyuck.

          Why would anyone who knew me stand for the way they framed me for rape?   It’s clear what really happened.  Penis Gabriel was sniggering in his dressing room with Matt Marcus of QED, we can make Queeball into duh lamb, ha ha ha.  Although the assassins’ trick is to cover this with Lennon, Amnesty International was designed as a protection service of mandatory service to the attackers, non-violent, therefore worthy of mutilation, they sneered.  As the germ grew in Juilan Lennon’s head, and he saw how he could get Trump’s horde to obey him, he became more and more obsessed with the idiogram of Freddy Mercury, Trump’s guy in AIDS, like Trump, seething, I want them all infected, screaming up against the wall.  It grew in his fascist pinhead, sniveling, infect Creary, git him in the pancreas, man.

          It was their Two Virgins Fight Club, they designed it, all I did by playing into it compliantly over a one night stand was prove it was there and clocked to the attack by the attackers.  You resent that, myuh.  It never bothered the Obamas that they were making a mistake.  For Obama was like Jerry Lewis, flagrantly insulting those he claimed to be using to entertain.   He gyrated that the deaf white suck was goyem, from Squrl Hill, and yet not an honorary African.  The people who could load bias crap games this way to begin with were already inclined not to regard stealing from a white as criminal, they have legendary brilliants in martial society from Dialectical UW, forgiving only if you allow Leni’s 7 foot tall African warrior to sleep in your house, the last house on the left, before you move in.

          For the Christian Science Monitor and guttersnipes murdering Kennedy some more with the NAACP postal service, the issue isn’t debatable simply because nobody pays any attention, they feel that they have already arrived, they have already won in the eyes of the Lord.  Anyone who sees Trump smooch the Flag mockingly who doesn’t think of Bob Prince’s Kiss it Goodbye, doesn’t get the jest.  King Edward’s Hollywood, with Cecil B. DeMille reasoned that the soul was more important than life itself, and yet Lennon didn’t have to go the whole hog, he could be whisked away, for the point of service to Empire and avenging Tojo Ronin.

        Pastor Kronenbitter lectures me to this hour on the Tenth Amendment, while clueing me in on the Reformation.  The Tenth Commandment also states that Pastors will talk to the men of their flock to make sure that their wives do not help them engage in sadistic and perverted acts on innocent targets intended to get their object lesson in trouble for purpose of deranged fight clubbing.  The Reformation concerned Christian practices.  The chick in question didn’t tell me about a marriage, only a roommate.  When I learned of it and asked why she said that it was arranged to get in to Pitt’s zuklear program.

          The rabid of Seattle are poison criminals on the make for kiddie porn franchise with Yoko Ono, who enjoys the implants of Christian Science.  How, she mocks, can the queerbait have memories of being seduced by a child hired by Neva while rendered neurobedient without being as pedo as they are?    The raibid knew about bulbar and similar syndromes like the giddy “Hatch Blown” in Marooned from oxygen deprivation, but Jaime Carbonell works for a private research corporation on the make.

          Curse House of course is protected by the Republican Congress playing all Russian and shit.   But they aren’t talking about wining the argument with God, they have a brainbeam.  You can just hear Pitt Law, “ehhhhh, it’s isn’t illegal if they don’t know about it.”  

          The personality of JFK’s assassins come into scary relief from the fink moves of King Crimson.  The Beatles schtick was a rustic jazz put to the pseudo-Shakespearean pastiche of sado-side fetishists overly acquainted with McArrhur division experts on Japanese porno giants.  The rest is just gyration.

     The Supreme covert expert military subordinator and Bohemian Grove punisher for the Green Axis was allowed to leave Burma sharply on the order of a hundred bucks and one small suitcase and his imperial expertise in likewise extortion so confiscate my pittance as a scholar driven inito penury and extremis by foreign Dictator Council of ravenous, unprovoked envy now out to inflict as much injury trauma and crime on a sacrificial object lesson as possible before its bid to escape, looting for things they doesn’t even need or want, in a tantrum at open mic rival privilege sent by Constitutional guarantees.

     But when you has Propaganda aplenty as the Beatles still do, flaunt it.  Squeaky wheel does NOT get the grease.  In my opinion Tacoma put themselves into disgrace by associating the vaccine with Here Comes the Sun.