I am doing my level with best with a complex set of problems in the Covid bomb, however I never know if I have enough time for everything so it is available to concerned persons who may be able to bring some insight to the material if I am unable to complete my labors, which I hope to include clarification and revision, for example, adding the phrase, "this presence of what he took for a signifier appeared to haunt Mr. Crary, and to be fair the poetry of the name (Donohue)* does leave a reader uneasy". My library collection of research is very formidable but so is the intimidation towards me. Regrettably, I am unable to report any sort of progress in terms of assistance or public reception, nor cessation of unethical challenges. The problem is clear - the professional sadism at work is a fingerprint. (*Donohue was part of the defacing done by Pittsburgh Post Gazette to the rear side of my father’s obituary).
The setting for the Covid-19 bomb was a partnership between Robert Fripp and Gail Burstyn that put Coliin Powell in charge of Army surveillance stag while Toilet Wilcox intoned that you wouldn't object to home invasion surveillance when Bill Gates alleges that it was protecting women from Creary's rape fantasies and torrid jealousy. This seizures are all understandable to the sisters when CARNberg discovers he's been cheated of wifey''s virginity he cud never forgive nyat. Toilet Seattle leered that Trump's mind proves that even the victims of AIDS enjoy extermination more than saving the at risk. Trump's mind turns the wheel, look at the sleaze, you've been cheated. Represented by Bear at Tacoma Community College, the Queers were arguing to be allowed to enjoy the Extermination and refuse compensation to their serial victim. All readers and teachers advised of this knew.
Yes, Covid-19 can be shown to have been a premeditated bomb and the problem is very conspicuous criminal denial. The mask of benevolence attends to the station management, as well, for the underlying question is wouldn’t they shoot you rather than laugh at you if that were true? In reality, their end game for me may be a plan for atomic detonation. After their many crimes, like 911, you can’t just dismiss the fact that they have made this threat frankly and done so in the name of a fusion they created between Jesus, Hitler and Lennon they called Casper or the Walrus. One size fits all, a famous phrase, meant that processing depopulation could have a system, one in which the musical souls of the victims’ consent to experience at least by sordid misdirection about the cause. Listen to us, the assassins say, we are protecting you from lies and know how to prepare you. They’ve made our geopolitics into a stage set of Masterpiece Theater in the arrangement and plot to entertain by every means available.
Take for example the name Stave, it means forestall, stave off. It also implies staff, the wizard’s cane, and save us from the stove, as though population pressure forced Hitler’s hand. The English from the Greens teaching climate by that name factitiously announced that population control in every other species was ordained for ecological balance. She didn’t limit herself to one child. Like the piper boy Pener Gabriel she sang for us mournfully of men without jobs and trees all crooked from the smelters in the sky.
And then of course there was little Thunberg, the bugaboo of child wisdom, bellwethering our ordeal as though a godsend sounding the clarion horn. Timing meant nothing to the dolts in the newspaper death row still cowering under the desks from someone Ramos, different Ramos than the Green Party Honors guy at the military friendly school, just as a different Iowa Molly got reamed to the tune of Latino equity from the class domain of wisebeards. Come together, they lisp.
It’s not only that all these murders were orchestrated to the Covid-19 bomb, which is cruxed right into perfect song play by a code cipher from David Cohen and the 19 year old virgin of Trump pussyball whose birthday signalled Timothy McVeigh’s demolition school. Pick your sidebar, Saoirse Kennedy, Mel Gibson’s father and lookalike married to Amanda in CCAC sign language, the Green Party Ark exhibiting a propensity for mouth poison and anthrax, we donohue murdered the elder Crary, do we? The gang that released Covid-19 taunt me from the Federal system through a relay of typographical errors in my documents. Sometimes I leave them in for readers to see. Then there was the Mel Gibson homeland (Neaira) Reichstag Fire, remember that’n, the billion kaoalas? Right on timing, there, whoosh. Might as well get some get’n’s Trump figures while theyze on about it all, nyuck.
Penis Gabriel big play for AIDS was on Mt. Desert Island with Noah Gottlieb and some Green Party immunogenetic mousecage assemblers enamored of Josef Goebbels. The depopulaters aren’t racist, they still want the strong and rich, all races are fine, but Society for Human Ecology was important in Mt. Desert Island, because situated there, but it was also important in the classroom of Andrew Cho who publicly mocked me about the bat shit that Tangney put iin my mouth as a welcome home, and mocked what people are willing to eat, the chronic theme of the Wuhan business. So what is there, really, to not know about Covid-19 being a despicable Trump bomb. It even has a built in metaphor by tricking you into attacking the brain, meaning the Kennedys.
There’s a lot of history to this, but why did Andrew Cho, whose name indexes to Andrew Jackson, put together not only a Wuhan type tea club but brought an Injun into virological warfare while parading cross canvas prisoner style hands tied at the wrist over his head? Just because he is fundamentally deranged enough to kill Donnie Chin and then play Yojimbo by making out that Saoirse Kennedy was revenge? There are certainly enough Jews in this case, lying and sneering anti-semite at the detection of their lies. Another Andrew, Mr. Kootie Shot of Noah’s Ark play in childhood, whose father dated mother and liked cruel experiments on monkeys, was in Iowa, probably still in touch with Ku Guy, or at least Obama, his closest continuer.
The dialectic they charmingly bragged about between paranoid and poison has been ongoing and plays again Sam with the Honors Department figure Ash Greene. The mastermind of Pittsburgh, Gregory Karl, wrote the poem World of Ash for the Green Party war crimes. Ringo Starr held off by claiming Frenchmen prefer Lennon and why not poison a queerball questions by intoning hired dialogue from lawyers at NEVA Corporation complaining that a neuroplastic head trauma had the potential to cause explosive temper, ain’t that sad, proven dormant in sex, they announced the virginity of their taunting actress to be proof of rape, and people clapped when they raped and murdered Saoirse.
Mouth poison, tralala, anthrax, tralala, the AIDS attack tralala, so Amal Kassir isn’t kiss my ass, and Wakhn scribbles from the bus don’t look nothing like Cavd under the tulip with Trump, images from the signal flare advancer’s game, much of it distributed and all of it cooked well in advance. Out now, a protest in a hard rain and outbreak announced the Black pedagogue's math celebration. The term geriatricide was in my Pennsylvania notebooks for another good example.
So desuka ii.
You cannot reason with mass murderers. They have a play they want to put on with paid actresses but if you try to stop them, they will try to end the world for everyone. So do as Moonunit says and kill the Kennedys, they lisp, and don’t try to tell her that virginity doesn’t prove rape.
