One of the schemers who planned Hitler’s revenge, whose attache, a German America laughed, “Caesar had to cross the Rubicon,” said, quoting Mencken, “Nobody ever went broke underestimating the taste of the America public,” almost like a headshot about the Dealey demise.  The attackers impinging a pornographic revenge.  As a child, despite seeing America all around me, I believed enough in our enterprise to brush off the implications as impossible, but a child pornographer had even intoned the expression, dismissive with feigned shock, “They can’t do that!”  Well and good, look everywhere today.  The Black militia wing of the Green Party even shot a Black professor of higher learning and planted the sticker at school, “The Joke’s on You.”  Finishing up on their lewd exampling of a white child held as fairy in a cage genre by Pittsburgh KKK working for Fripp, Trump and Warhol, the NAACP laughed thank you for understanding, when they tutored the military sociology behind the sacrificial white life who doesn’t matter.

        Asia gloated.  Justin Chang gloated. Andrew Cho gloated. Ming Na Wen gloated.  Chow Yun Fat gloated.  Israeli hooligans said, “don’t laugh.”

       It’s hard to say if the PTA will ever wake up to what this all means for their children, why schools are closed to the molecule while Epstein’s purposes are fulfilled from on high. To a President for whom lives don’t matter, at least not American lives, the gold strike, the epiphany, that White Lives Don’t Matter to his rioters, that Kennedy lives don’t matter to American Heritage, was bonus.  Put on your masks, you closet burkhas, they’re gonna have fun again.

       White lives don’t mean shit and you sell you die.