For those of us who feel the change in the atmosphere, the digital disconnect around us, and miss the bees, the sense that the political campaigns of the year 2020 are affecting us locally will be clear, although how, in our little world, the bubbletop being lowered around us is to sized up is more translucent.   The problem is in the air.

      A lot can turn around over a misrepresentation or misconception.   The accuser, outside of the legal radar, said only two people would know I cudda saved him and that would be me and him.   He claimed his own death to use a different yardstick, a different ruler to measure his normal in the mutilation and brutalization he inflicted on me.    He claimed his own death to set up the wheels of peer hatred. No one, they licky chopped, will endure seeing me that rich were I awarded my legal claim. So Lennon masqueraded in the abomination for Magnificent Allah, the Hidden Imam of acid rock.

        “This is a very old letter,” the British wrote on the letters of Burstyn while penning a song called “Envelopes of Yesterday,” in which the misrepresentation on which so many thing turn occurs.   As though an image of the forgotten and lost, the cobweb of dead things, he spouts the image, “a spider-webbed almost.” In reality, this means a spider’s snare, meaning we, the people, … almost … won World War Two.

        There is a game called War, a card game where if you don’t capture the man’s ace the whole thing can turn around.  Hitler got away and with British help killed our ace JFK, and that’s where we lost our way. Trump’s theory of 2020 vision is wearing Hitler’s blinders.

       Even if we weren’t lost to the hun-like eyes of the scrutinizer, and Trump were merely how media masquerades, he doesn’t understand poverty.  To alleviate poverty will take the abilities and resources of the powerful democracies. Without addressing poverty we can neither save the planet, nor enjoy the confidence and good faith of the people of the world.    

      The field of candidates is only those who were in on the abomination.  They won’t offer us a choice in the matter. While Ultrahigh manipulation may seem like a Fripp and Eno thing to do, it is un-Constitutional and part of the atrocity.   Trump also bought up the Left in the cities, his thrill killers sped to the front in order to mislead for the burn. It was Catholic Worker as envisioned by DeGrelle, the Jesuit who impressed Adolf Hitler and who saw Hitler’s work as that of the Savior, whatever name he wore, be it the Walrus, clean as a wedgie.

        Remember the gal in Seattle on 911 stank with the moldly sidewalk litter of bones from abortion Jewry?   There was the mystique of realism that crows from Gail Burstyn. The accuser from the pussyball pub of fight clubs rationalizes his deranged misconduct like Gollum from the book of Tolkien, nattering to himself that the murder of his chum was lovely and justified, justified, after all it was his birthday.  So the Green Party ticket monger that their whore-house sit-in, their attack prostitute, their deal with South Africa’s KKK, their scavenging of the symbol of the targeted middle class, the rich motherfucker who never lived above the poverty line, is their due. Why shouldn’t we have the white suck’s wifey, the poetry thieves ripper and leer, after all it is the deteriorating European who lied about the swastika of the honorary African warrior.