Was the murder of four more Kennedys part of Mickey Obama’s move into Massachusetts?  Let’s begin with the vignette of Robin Lipscomb and show how it leads to a Black Panther doctrine from Seattle that eating weed killer pays for a pornography scrapbook meant to demonstrate for the courts what porno could conceivably be if Christian Society hadn’t mobilized it for home invasion in the horror story from Christian mercenaries written and clocked to the AIDS attack by the Green Party operating out of Salk Labs and WQED.

       To see this you have to understand the carpet chewing rapist Robert Fripp and his spin control with Colin Powell over the witch hunts mongered by Gurdiev kluk.   Organ harvesters working with Penis Gabriel under the shadow of Amnesty International have long shunned review of Mickey Obama’s premises, easily discarded from the fact that I didn’t even know Rosa was a virgin until the Obama landmine defense of Neva Pornographic was detonated.   Indeed, Obama was so desirous of the Lipscomb advisory on pedigree that his Secret Service forces in British Labor helped pussyball Midori Goto into her yojimbo championship corner by offing Princess Di which Imperial syphilitic Penis Paul McCartney conjured at once in tonguing through dacoits in the pile, “BALLS” when the Green Party snatched two Kennedys for terror narrative, “I can’t breathe,” hustled by Martin Sheen.

The courts should be advised in advance that no human being should be subjected to the sight of the image in the Soldier of Fortune I have secured in a sealed envelope but that the rabid child molesters for whom Obama violently advocates down to closed caption tampering targeting anyone who names themself my friend, as Tyler recently has done, resulting in their terroristic broadcast of his name in a context of cyber mis-spells vowing death elsewhere, not yet him, but over a system set up by a young friend recently felled by a mysteri”oi”us stroke, in defense of Saoirse’s murder, did in fact show a traumatized deaf child making utterances of such evil that even in defense of my life I cannot bring myself to repeat them, not even at 1 a.m. in the rain to child porn sales merchants masquerading as research journalists at Pittsburgh Courier, and also the courts should be advised that I am reluctant to share the Courtney Kojiki, a twin suppression that has Brett Leonard and his mole happy fiends cheering death sorrow poetry conniving a new starry eyed Lennon fulfillment, as shattered head merges with hidden love in a projection as paranoid disgrace from the sybil shaman of abomination in the Dakota, ferreting out those secrecies for mass death gloat by symbolic reign of terror and evil.

Look briefly at the logic of the hostage taking cartel murdering bystanders, Pener Gabriel, SAM and their PeTer Anderson tapes.   The murderer logics that a child protesting he must be allowed to do child pornography is different from a child tortured and held in bondage in the eyes of a juvenile judge, ignoring that I pleaded in tears for my mother to move, she sold our house with many recriminations towards me, I took to hiding in the top shelf of the towel closet when she is not home, the films were made by a woman who chased me up a tree literally demanding I take my clothes off as a child after I said no, jeering me with her violent gang, and was behind the agency tapes themselves in a script WHICH NAMED THEIR OWN PORNOGRAPHIC CORPORATION BY NAME NEVA CINEMA, and Seattle slavishly eats out of their hands denouncing me as a snitch and saying forgive or die, whoops there goes another hostage.

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