It isn’t clear that having a private letter that deserves the Pulitzer Prize is any more enriching to a person for being such a treasure than one which is subject to wear and tear. Why? Because of the way a person is liable to ward off something overly precious in favor of something that seems homespun and true. Since every trivial thing is written as if life itself depends upon it I ask you only to read this as if a friend had written it to a friend to bridge across cumbersome parts. It’s not that I can’t bumper sticker you to death in the name of my cause. Federal Hate Crime is not a State Right. The corruption that allowed the State of Washington, calling themselves ADWAS, to lure me to Seattle, promising me Protection From Abuse and then poison me medically to prevent elopement which they punished me for seeking help is an itinerary from which a lot has been learned.
The University of Pittsburgh, using me for an argument, controlled the theme of my life’s narrative after deafening me into destitution as a child in torment. The details are sufficiently horrid that it is self-masking. Instead of “going there” as they like to say in psycho-therapy I was instead rehabilitatively engaged in politics. Pitt’s theme is that dishonesty is elementary and that the book of wisdom is written by deceivers. Since this is truth, they say, there is nothing paradoxical at work, weighing in that belief and preference, what people would rather believe, makes it true. If people would rather believe that there is nothing to learn from this, then all is well. The issue is smothered.
This isn’t to say that humdrum issues are the guidelines for Pitt and State of Washington. Far from it. The organized syndicate of crime lords staking out the future have come to understand that the power structure has staked its life on the outcome. Further, a good deal of art society have invested fortunes in this way promoting a very singular legend that emerges from Warhol allegiance in New York, Pittsburgh and the West Coast that feeds into Seattle. This legend states unequivocably that a letter I wrote to Leslie Sanetta Katz in 1982 screeches like a scratched record and mandates that the book of what really happened be justifiably burned in the name of John Lennon.
It surpasses credit how I became such a hard-on for Obama. Banned books about brainwash and straining at constructs that define propriety are often suppressed or regarded more leniently on the basis of merits. The 60’s saw a prolonged and loud social movement in the arts that depended extremely heavily on wow induced by irrational lyrics. My father, by contrast, stood for something these artists hated, the public schools. He had earned his heroic stripes in Naval combat during WW2. He preferred to work for the Peace Corps. From every indication in his written records he deeply admired John Fitzgerald Kennedy for his vision and his grace. The NAACP saw fit to lie to him, to me, and about us and now they have generated a fallback position in solidarity between Pitt and Seattle forcing me to answer political accusation against the background of insane victimization. Claiming that my anti-apartheid letters in the press were interference they neglected to mention that the inference was in their contraband package of using me for child pornography. The sorcery of this they keep off the record. Obama, realizing that my coming from the USS San Jacinto is exactly what Gail Burstyn, the Jewess to whom he owes his career, said it was in blindside attacking me for a pornography giant as a child: a status symbol. It is, being a Presidential Status Symbol, a stolen Lincoln as homicidal kidnappers called it, because Bush was from the same ship, a very important status symbol to subvert for Obama’s legitimacy. Tragically for my generation, this meant leaving it to me to explain the truth about the horrible AIDS attack and scroll that Obama delivered to our nation’s enemies for their exclusive benefit. This is a tragedy because it means that no one was properly warned and we face the moral carnage of a bad deal that Obama has no intention of taking any sort of responsibility for, having simply demanded his picture on the wall as a token of approval for a script that among other things is a clue guide to the murder of the Kennedys. Obama is like Gollum in Lord of the Rings, gurgling that the Presidency was his precious, his divine right against the pale white vulture who he omojas seeking to poach it from his grosp. It stacks up from another direction as well, my maternal family name being Donald-son.
Many of the signposts of the war crime, made out as a game, are very revealing. For good example, Pitt stationed me at Falk Medical Library in 1984 for the murder of my father and the early books about the AIDS attack, which didn’t call it one, into which narrative the Warhols impinged their plotting by authoring morally disturbed letters that came pitched with the shrill voice of poison crime in the name of John Lennon. Anytime you close ranks around privileged information you generate an inside group who know things others don’t for reasons of power and decision, an Illuminati, a Taliban, a wise owls council, what have you, of sorts. I believe it is quite accurate to say that we come upon the Warhols hard at it in a Donald J. Trump Secret War which led to the triumph of foreign espionage. If you accept that America has been put in its place by a globalism cult then the anti-liberalism in vogue in our politics makes sense as deliberately dividing us in order to help someone else, this globalist culture, conquer us. Maybe you don’t think I could honestly mean Trump. The Medical Library had a project going called: RECON which meant Retrospective Conversion, exactly what they were doing on many levels, including defining and smothering narrative about me.
Trump’s crowd, Randy Tantliger of Pitt Football demonstrated clearly how this works for his brand of to them very special and desirable modes of crowd incitement. When I told RT some of the terrible details of how I was kidnapped and tortured, he said, that’s the most terrible story I have ever heard, and played genuinely aghast, when I said that I thought it was wrought by the brutality of the Reagan regime, his mind snapped instantly into Retrospective Conversion and he announced brusquely, Crary! Dickhead! Resulting in a temper tantrum, home break in, graffiti on my door, no end of physical pain from a medical violence message. This arrives at how the insinuation of political talk is an environment to which the truth becomes fashioned as the stakeholders see fit. It creates the management board for processing of a key concept: Arbitration of discretionary views. This led to the empowerment of a jest, the allowance of foreign espionage just to write anything they pleased and smother the truth under the pillow of their irrational lyric artistry. They chided anyone who is concerned at all openly and brazenly with talk of plastic reality, preference theory, what they would rather believe, with belief being the measuring rod for objective reality. They said this perfectly openly and destroyed evidence, murdered community support, raped my deaf advocate, as caprice guided them.
I have investigated coverage of films in regions where they are filmed, evaluated cultural promotion, highlighted misrepresentation of facts in historic films, and charted some of the downgrade in the change of media since the days of Upton Sinclair's Brass Check, the introduction of fact-checking as a skill and mandate, as well as described such eras as yellow journalism and the plight of news in the world at large. Although none of this comes close to the criminal insanity of using violent child pimps as testimony against a battered, deaf hostage, the tendency of the craft is illustrated in extreme by this deranged State measure.
One could easily ask why the States of Washington and Pennsylvania, or the Trump White House, did not intervene and put a stop to something this sick. Perhaps they would argue it is because I believe it was them. Were you to follow this logic it arrives at the idea that it is not them because it is them.
A famous dispute arose between conservatives when North Korean POW’s were forced to denounce America on television. The Americans were brainwashed and tortured. A famous extreme libertarian Ayn Rand expressed condolences for them, as she had before for children deliberately brain damaged and held in bondage, as I was. With time and review of difficult to find materials from BBC about Allied use of bubonic plague it is even reasonable to argue that war crimes were committed that should be denounced. Most people found it unfair to blame them. The States and Government gloat that by making such a mistake I have allowed them to smear anything they want over what really happened. It is true the evidence shows it was them. This is their game.
This took me into the field as an observer and I found films being shot locally by independent film-makers talking openly about their projects, here and abroad, filming rapes and murders, while heckling opposition to cameras in the park. The principle of authoring a news story against popular culture obviously results in blowback if historical fictions are given more credence than the truth, so my reputation is subject to inelegant stress. They lied, they scrawled their lies, they spread shameless rumors internationally, and escalated to the most terrible intimate invasion of the mind, in the name of their use of musical for psychological warfare and brainwashing. That's obviously cultural immersion.
Another factor was when police psychiatry was deployed by the fictive faction for bullying and for brutality, similar to a Soviet society, so representation of the danger of oppression by the bully pulpit of repressive media is a deeply political and that is a worldwide problem. Journalists are slaughtered in the Philippines. I know there are sociologists who have slummed with gangs in occupy of abandoned tenements in places like Chicago who use fictitious names out of fear of jeopardizing their welcome. They tried to draw me into fictionalizing for my own safety, and this exemplifies the issue involved in catering to Trump. All of Congress should be contrite for endorsing such a dishonorable presumption.
As a child, they used me for the sexual spite of a Neva pornography actress from the Jack Ruby Carousel Club circuit I was sold to as a comatose golem. Her initials were AS. The large men in tweed observing me noticing American Standard in the toilet room, abominating me, gloated with glee as they conveyed their message. One of the monsters at work had the name pronounced All in Sis Hole, a rude subliminal advertisement for how my sister, a namesake of a Bush, was used as a trophy doll to compense troopers in the image of our betters. It’s all this sick, they set up banks named Butcher-Singer and Umpqua. When my dream sex fiance pulled her escape they were hatcheting into the nerve damage implant they then used to promote the Death Row Queers of Warhol’s Seattle who had so much fun pulling this over.
In a recounting of Dr. King’s visit to a Jewish Community Center a voice in the audience is heard to say, “Stand up,” and Dr. King does so, followed by the same voice saying, “Sit down,” and King replies, “I prefer to remain standing.” This is the real delinquency of which I am accused by the UW Sociology team, a crime of disobedience, a crime of insubordination. The cause behind all their violence is simply to be the one giving the command. They are a one-man playstation swapping blows with a two-team keyboard, hitting this side, now that, getting the bystanders going, thinking they are seeing a feud. All they are seeing is a violent command post whose art is sociological violence, acting out their medium as an observation in control. Pitt allowed Adam Eisenstat, a Jew, to get on KDKA radio masquerading as Abdul the Terrorist, getting the talk show host all worked up and ranting against the Arabs, who Pitt’s top attorneys have told me loudly they hold in blind hatred, without distinction. Why did Pitt allow this? Because, they said with considerable conviction, because it is the nature of reality.
JFK was simply the President who was forbidden to be President. In the image that I have attached, there is a Japanese man who followed Jack Ruby around very closely as he stalked a man with the name of the leader of the British Union of Fascists who worked for a company called Jaggar-Stoval. The same gang wrote the Warhol script that describes how they kidnapped and gassed me in a place called Kings Estate in letters from a Jewish Community starlet. The symbol of this pornographic giant, The Neva Corporation, is a C, for copyright, in a star of David. Their party, the murderous Green Party, have poisoned me and claimed they own me because they secured, with the help of the NAACP, a pimping against my marriage bed. I am supposed to allow them to use me this way, as a souvenir in abomination, as their siphon to amuse their own victims, to prove that I wouldn’t have done this to them, a prove you’re better than us dare by DeGrell loyalists in Catholic Worker. I refuse. I am an old man who they brutally molested.
I want a damages award.
James MacRyland Crary
1409 South J. Street #204
Tacoma, Wa
98405
http://storychecksout.org
