Greta Thunberg was not even born when I came to the attention of John Seitz at Carnegie Mellon for sitting on my steps in a poor area and proletizing about Ecology to anyone who would listen.  This is not to disrupt her position or challenge her integrity as a leader with that mission, it is to point out that 40 years ago was a lot of time wasted by the Administration who suddenly have given her their undivided attention.  For a while I was something of a para-Seitz, learning about architecture from him, but his connection to Artek wilded towards WQED and a gang called Fluid who I had barely escaped and found me locked in a house from the inside by Salk Labor with a musclehead from Warhol named Kasper whose brutality I barely escaped with my life.  Meanwhile, Pitt was laughing at me, taking me to frat parties where German SS outfits were warn, or others that sported as the main event the feeding of piranhas.  They were on about something they called the Nature of Reality which we now know was the AIDS attack group fawning over the idea that Ecology is a war against Human Ecology.  To whit:  Greta comes over as just another Attenborough / Wattenmaker lil girl gangsta, jabbing the lost generation that much to her dismay our peners are shrinking, so get on the bus with Helsinki’s pepper virus.

        Sex mockery has long been at war with chivalry and although the schtick of Seattle women is to play it shrewdly, the truth is that the ethic of Seattle shows that those who can do and those who can’t form anonymous political gangs to steal it from them.  Seattle loved the storyline by John Shulman that Leslie Katz was the victim so greatly they sided with Hitler’s revenge, the AIDS attack and even now, after Covid 19, do not dare attempt to extricate themselves because of their hands in the cookie jar of child pornography and art house thieving, to say nothing of advocacy for truly deranged and cruel murders.  Seattle women are self-modified by their ideas of moritication chivalry that nothing can stop or advise them.  This is perfectly obvious from the one poetry tape that they made of me while refusing me to attend school and violating me with psychiatric abuses by peer rival medical malpractice, by the way to pleasure Christian street kooks.  I am billed with ugly lettering as JAMES CREARY, puss-addled lettering, by a dreary man who labelled me and chose hostility as a form of grudged welcome tangling his headache sniping that I was saying mean things about people they’ve known a long time and liked.  For example?  Oh, yes, please help me they used a nerve agent on me.  That’s a nono, not to do, but to speak of.

         As usual this poison offense by traitor Jews was being called Operation Medicine Man, of which Covid 19 is just part of the plan.   Denial is the foreign element, but it gets rather large airplay.  People know the swastika belt of Europe was recruited by Truman to bless our peace with Gestapo treatment towards the Asians we nuked, but don’t study much the approval of the wife culture involved.

        I first met GUS and did so only once, after the divorce when Nancy Jane moved us cross the street from Jane Thomp, half sister in a half family that never talked to me as much and who laughed at my glow of love for them, and anticipation of acceptance.    Battered into the custody of child pornographers who, like Seitz, were grafted to Fluid, Rhino and ARK/Artek of Salk, someone Donald would sit writing down the things I said in stupor to show up in concerts flashing the sign:  International Terrorism Will Take the Place of Human Rights, which MisterRogers, like burning girls’ arms gangrenous, considered a provincial norm.

      Greta is sort of Jodie Foster, than, a sent down girl from the Yakuza Big Sister.  Like Artek Tony she just loves Attenborough’s Gandhi.   What with Unimpeachable Media cherry picking race issues for the Equity Scythe of Alice Walker, you can be sure the carrots of Westinghouse will make sure the survivors get nicely laid in the lead up to the next super-cleanse.  

       I don’t hafta say how full of it I think your cyber spinal tap is but I will anyway.