Greg Karl and Pener Sinfield impinged the following dissertation:  The dialectic is established at the outset between pigment and figment, paranoid and poison.  Kirshner added, there is no such as objective reality, only what the jury believes, or more practically what his peers say they believe.  John Shulman pushed it to the breaking point but in the meantime had a lot of fun.   Before his arrest for ripping off the Carnegie he taunted Pittsburgh with tracts about the Mayors in time of plague and employing friends of a ghost writer, Israeli, for Trump who used to get on the radio masquerading as Abdul the Terrorist.  This wasn’t backwater Pittsburgh either, this was mainstream and had the support of Penis Gabriel.  I learned more than I cared to from Tom O’Neill’s book Chaos about the CIA in the Manson Family, but it should be noted it confirms what I had learned about Mancine in PIttsburgh the city of Champion Faceliars.  Hollywood is on hand of course to tell you that you thought wrong.

       I’ve always known what Pittsburgh intellectual culture meant by the nature of reality:  that there is no idealism in a zero sum game.   By awkward problematic they derive their forces from heritage management that promote such ideas as intelligent design and square that with their zero sum assessment by parochial loopholes closing the paradox of being fruitful and multiplying with sanctimony about virginity and alas, tragically forced to borrow from Buddhism in the evocation of Karma.   In the end they call this cultural competence.  Forthwith we arrive at what Lennon really meant by double fantasy.

Before covid I led myself to believe that my peers actually misunderstood the situation.  Lewis H. Lapham, whose signifer LHL also means Last House on the Left, a vomitbag movie from Reagan’s California supply side wing which characterized my hostage by Mancine.  Peers took Lapham’s comment I’ll take that to be found out rather than the usual stuff of Shulman despite that being who was behind it.  Lapham, while not vile in the manner of Lennon, was always la ti da about JFK.

      Long after getting hold of a quantity of LSD, Glenn MacKenzie, pal of Wyma and O’nan, who had tutored everyone in high school that three doses later you would be legally insane under Pennsylvania Law, became a member of the Bar Association after removing I don’t know how many of his peers from politics by this form of assassination.  His father was in Nuclear Magnetic Resonance.

What Lennon was driving at comes out through the works of his peers.  I’m not being cagey.  He meant by double fantasy that the American people are crazy if they think they are equals or partners of Great Britain.  

        The people behind this situation only think in media.  It is their educational system and their weapon of choice.  The root hold that the Royal Family has over groups like Fox Media is obvious from Trump and Putin management of the Walrus idea on 4/30/21.  The fact that Queen Elizabeth’s cousin Richard had lookalike agents close to both Lennon and Reagan when they pulled their most interesting caper illustrates the Rawls idea of closest continuer to which anyone else is expendable for production value.  But to understand today’s gaslighting adventure it would help to have familiarity with prog rock pond scum like Penis Fripp and Pener Gabriel, meaning their art.  Both foreign assholes lived under the twisted arcade roof of David Bowie, ugh, an ugly from the Sinatra glare, teflon of pedophilia.

         Flipp likes to hunker down with the idea that his lofty treachery, dense with deceit, is decipherable from mnemonic devices as absolute truth.  From there the principle of murdering somebody innocent to drive the point home is operational.  Trump and Putin today took the case of a man who put ashes in my beer without telling and then handed it to me to empower the justice of ripper murdering Shannon Harps, and best of all calling it defense of the Black man.  Seems I didn’t want him in my house after he did that.  The dramatic manufacture of the Armed Forces rendering was set to the play button of Trump found in Truman Shemp.  Apparently looking for a laugh, Putin murdered a girl in Russia by the cold and to level the field of karma for Kasper a woman on Bryant was shot for having a knife in her kitchen.  All of this is the standard of those ringing Trumpytune bells of lore.

       I’m sure it was cold when Norman Hauser showed up at our door pounding after keeping me up all night visiting Ray and arriving after we’d managed to get into our respective beds.   Why he had left without his coat with Truman is anybody’s guess.  Maybe he was brooding over the ashes of Fox.

The mnemonic devices of the attackers are useful in other ways, too.  If you’ve flippy Fripp’s Gurdiev mumbling you know he loops majestic observances by weirdos through shifty lenses of sound.  They refract from angles on other records, playing to folkways while banging on with the theme of his superior intellect.  What he is selling is yojimbo, the pathetic idea that multicultural global fascism had the right to murder the Kennedys for sport.  If you argue they use the Police Union to claim you are picking your own pockets broke.  

Lennon fiddled that they blew out JFK’s mind in a car in a song that repudiates Lend/Lease.  His fascist friend of Trumpytune Ian MacDonald meanwhile blew my ears out as a child for the mark of Cain that liberals were lured to, intelligent design King Crimson style being the Venus Fly Trap of the abortion clinic in the CIA Haight Asbury scene of Manson’s rise to the summit of Anne Sexton’s Mercy Street.  Ian’s namesake, the nerve agent dude, took me to Incredible Two Headed Transplant to filter in the line, now I gotta teach this moron how to walk.

         Lennon stood for Darwinian multiculturalism when he said I’ll take the young and healthy.  Harvard Thos. used to hum that Roman Emperors buggered little boys but took them under the robe for special education, while regaling me with the superiority of Germany where he was born half Jew.  Roman, Germany and hell, know what I mean?

        You can get the idea omojining a mnemonic of Gurdiev weirdos vocalizing there is no idealism in a zero sum game there is no idealism in a zero sum game while Terre blathers you can’t change the law of averages, nor make a D or an F into a C.   

        For all the abuse that Liberals get for misusing the Ivy Tower, all this stuff doesn’t really come over as Kennedy.  I can see why he wasn’t welcome.

https://libcom.org/files/The%20Society%20of%20the%20Spectacle%20Annotated%20Edition.pdf

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