This note is not explicitly about cowardice and humiliation but it would be neglectful not to touch upon those subjects.  Rather this about The White Rose Movement understood in the era of Greta Thunberg and what was meant in Munich by Court rooms, also known to history as political courthouses.  The political courthouse system that exists in Seattle registers as an advance on the situation in Pennsylvania only due to the fact that they postpone by aping regular processes the ultimate conclusion which is the same, reasoning by political process and this can easily be demonstrated.  One doesn’t necessarily laugh at Magistrate Marsha Pechman’s flight from Covid-19 in the closing of 700 Stewart after her jeers concerning the evidence in the AIDS attack.  She was, after all, a Hillary Judge, finding the enormity hilarious and Jimmy the lucky rabbit.

       Political courtrooms are usually understood by the brave, bold and wise as demoralizing.   Clint Eastwood’s Dirty Harry, speaking for everyone but perhaps some confederates who preferred Nazi Germany, said of our beleaguered system let me know when you find a better one, meaning one courageous enough to stand on the formality of evidence and fair play.    This didn’t lionize the defects, so let’s not.  However a political courtroom isn’t a defect, it’s an overthrow, and Pechman is guilty of overthrow politics even when they blew up in her face.

         The reason this is true is simple enough, the fact that I did not have paranoid schizophrenia was visible to the naked eye.  This visibility of nerve damage from torture was a very grave indication of why my habits of mind were difficult, as a deaf man driven into the streets because this fraud, easily seen for one, testified to exploitable brain damage, but also very tragically to a political environment where this exploitable brain damage was being used to violently coerce jeopardizing comments while vowing to punish any attempt to consult a lawyer or offer defense with murder of bystanders, a threat foreign England repeatedly made good upon.

      Much to the snickers of Pechman.