The purpose of this writing is to determine whether it can be proven and shown that Gov. Peeping Tom Wolf and Beev did knowingly and maliciously confiscate and destroy evidence of a criminal and paramilitary nature intending to buy time and impunity for Donald John Trump to take the Executive Office because they knew the Covid-19 bomb was coming and wanted to be sure nothing interfered.   In order to ascertain the answer to this problem first we need to understand exactly what this evidence was that they took and destroyed, then whether evidence exists that that evidence did or still does exist and last whether it was them.   

     You have to be able to picture Wolf and Beev and Renaldo kneeling in an empty stadium, devoid to capacity that represents about 1/4th of the dead so far and thereby comprehend their purity of motive (deep, angry sarcasm intended).   The rabid is over-wowed by its own preposterous premises.  It leers and gnashes that it has uncanny soothsay that can detect lewd intent in the eyes of the white.   It smashes police services to make sure the world knows that drooling, pilfering African American dacoits are kneeling with them.   Kowtow to sacred Godlaw, kowtow.  Kneel before the Holy Warriors of the Covid Bomb!

      Like well programmed Geo Lucas consumers wailing at the death of Spock, they rise infuriated as one to deny the evidence of REM research to have been a neurotoxin administered in a trick.  Penis Gabriel must brain probe, kowtow, or he will blast the anti-Lennons of the United States into infinite smithereens with the stolen H-bomb of Ono the Avenger.

       The rabid told us what he was plotting in the song Get Them Out by the Day We Fry, a zuklear ultimatum.   In the lead up to the Summer of the Bummer the rabid crowed that he must have a sex snuff film to tonic the worms of transvestites from Warhol, licky chops with parasites and malediction blowing their bugles as one, in a cover storm from the New Dr. Poison (not saying you Hoffa) clocked to the spirits who want the money, and in this platform they did so confiscate and destroy incriminating material, saying it was their mass murder storyline and copyright.

       For example Richard McGarvey’s contribution to the Group Project, a section on A LIFELONG ORDEAL.  The rabid scheme to alleviate some of the extrusion slanders on the deathbed of the golem to show that top sacredly Oliver Quimson holds mercy.   Another section on “PUTTING THE PERSONA IN A GASEOUS PAINT CHAMBER.”  Meanwhile, licky chops, having frozen the brain shut in traumatized prepubescence leered that the provincial standard of Pittsburgh was child sex and they would prove that the Golem still remembered, ha!  Whose Epstein now dogeyes?

        At Dilworth there was a laundry shute that sometime a kid could almost get stuck in where the raging ear ache that occurred when Shapiro the pyro and Runco visited that didn’t recur again until the night a Wattenmaker and Gabriel set of mesmers came into Ryan’s Restaurant on Mt. Desert Island, acid, burning ear.

        These are the strategems of taking America hostage to archeology, and lisping of facial recognition.  SPOCK!  SPOCK!!   For snuff films they have Veteran Christians saying that death is a spiritual gift from the true patriot.  Here’s the standard of their actual sincerity, Ken Russell’s The Nuns an orgy before an empty box the snickering King says have ashes, and if you don’t think so Donald Donald who shouted, IN THE END ITS THE MISSILE THAT COUNTS, comes crowing YOU THINK I WON’T YOU THINK I WON’T!

       The Traitor Lapham is guilty of adding some age to little Jimmy in corkscrewing his justification for a subculture of wacko bombings as African Spiritualism by depicting Jimmy as a Latino Military General with an embarrassing fat wife, De De the Honorary Trump whose Hitler birthday killed Martin Luther King to prove King Edward would never do nyat.

        There’s no time to discuss Nava and Skeeter again but I would have broken up with Rosa at the first sign of virginity as I did Alpana when she told me of her marriage if I had known the rabid were the same agency behind it.  You can see it’s them, Midori is circling me for the kill.