I’m not going to risk being characterized for a clowniac by directing this note to the authorities or the bereaved, but I have decided not to evade the challenge posed by the incident of Steven Anthony Adams’ murder in Seattle on Feb. 11, 2019, which I learned of today on the 23rd, because I have complained of chapterhousing and it could be a dare by the purveyors of grave secret war gaming, although so peripheral indexically that it fails to satisfy the normal requirements for scrutiny, and if there is a point that is the long and short of it.    I’ll make that point a couple of different ways before explaining what may have happened so you can see what I’m saying. First notice that I am not directing it to whom in a better world I would. This is because I don’t want to be locked up for freedom of speech, it’s not that hard to understand. The dare, in other words, if there is one, which there may not be, is to see me spin and get called a crank. Cheap thrills to take a life for, but the mayhem of the imposter group is so dark, what’s one more mean thing against an innocent person to them?  Probably, in prior actions, some of them even think they are promoting my testimony in protest of negligence, but rather than take that aspect on, let me clarify for you the issue of marginalizing all of my work by offering bait that cannot be analyzed with validity, it’s too far off the index to allow for analysis on the terms of being signified by an index, and if I evaded it they would laugh indeed.

      The news from Seattle is eerie, but the question of Eerie is What Eerie Does is being begged since coincidence is too loud in that cart of eerie.    The only plausible fingerprint is eerie itself. Such criminal thinking would hold two devious motives: collaborating in a jinx and aggravating discredit.   

     Armchair detectives who do not readily depreciate their labors as theory get put down more forcefully than those who dress up their talk with admissions of speculation and concession to reasonable doubt, the various gyrations of kicking oneself and admitting fallibility and so on.   Calling this objective, because theory should not masquerade as truth (which is true), mistakes our social setting, it implies for one that proof will be taken for proof objectively, which is nonsense under the current Occupation by the attacker syndicate, and that theory will be allowed without repercussions, which is also ridiculous.  The way Erasmus avoided being burned at the stake for heresy was to speak truth to power as a jest, truth spoken in jest may get past the censors for punishing itself by self-depreciation. I am not saying I know what happened in this case. However for open minded review to be impartial no side can be inherently discarded when demonstrating equal merits.  We live in an Occupation world as serious as the Occupation of the Medieval Age by the Church or the Czech Republic Era of Soviet Occupation where Ivan Svitak noted that anyone who said that Marxism might offer insight about the West or to the West would be regarded like Galileo and threatened with trial as a witch. Even before Hollywood found it could make money selling martyrs, as the killers themselves sold JFK in Odessa File, for example, the joy of having someone to burn at the stake was well known in Medieval times as well as lynch barbecues.   What that looks like in today’s society is police guilds shrugging off the theme that serves as background to Steven Adams’ homicide because dey don’a wanna make a whole big thing of it.

        To see why this case clicks is as important as understanding the question of the society in which it took place which may be behind the outrage.   In other words, we are talking about the same guild who murdered Shannon Harps, essentially, City of Seattle itself as a political unit. To see how that operates is a function of forensic assertive psychology.   Just yesterday, by serious irony, I turned in a piece to my faculty mentor about the existential dilemma of finding oneself carrying a hoodstring while under surveillance. Since the murderers manufactured appearances of me being dangerous and then acted out the murder of Harps, the discovery the next day of a Stranger murder, excuse me I mean a strangler murder, is quite a click.   If the same vicious assholes behind Harps and so much else going on were behind this one, too, they are probably in fevers of sarcastic delight.

        Clearly, I am dangerously irrational.   To say that I am tired is a wild ride into the land of understatement.   How could a profiler be this effective? Using the name Steven Adams because those names are both first names of my next of kin, as Iowa Molly was, doesn’t really answer the question of the hoodstring prophecy.   You would have to understand that those who jinxed me are selling that I am a witch. They have a background in this case of communicating what Lapham calls the “shoestring of the imagination” in other words the freedom of a writer against charges of being a danger.  One Jewish holocaust survivor’s son for example caroused the streets of Pittsburgh with a shoelace he ravaged between his fists, yammering like mad, and was seen at his worst in Kiva Han the night John Kennedy’s plane went down. To flesh out the whole big thing takes incredible effort of the mind and paradoxically, in the end, you freeze at being confronted with the astounding:  It can’t be true! Yet America is a predictable Occupation Zone, because of the Texas Schoolbook. The middle in our politics allows only one extreme and thus is their secret ally.

       The problem of British Labor’s role in the AIDS attack is the utility of a feud to benefit the feudalist to whom their own troops are expendable, since one of their feudal objects is the independent protection of The Bill of Rights.  The war game goes through the entire system, it funds both Left and right. Ritual murder is part of Seattle’s new kitsch. The attackers, intellectuals in cloister, have the entire system designed to allocate roles to the gullible and the reason it can’t be stopped is because nobody dares to say what it is.    

     It isn’t very wise to insult anyone who isn’t a lost cause because most of the time it will make them one.  A few people can see through insults that are without malice, but it is still a bad bet. To show how hopeless Seattle is doesn’t take work, but it causes suffering.  Not only did they attack me instead of arresting Gail Burstyn they ignored every detail that shows they were fulfilling a role expected of them by her and for reasons they apparently find as zany as a Stranger murder, pardon me, I meant strangler murder, they are proud of it.  For example, Sean Strub, her partner, is a gay plague suicide bomber who helped lead those demanding the script she wrote under the name Gay ill burst in, the gay ill kicked the door down announcing what’s this, is what that means, she expected a gold rush on the information paper would trump public warning and safety.   It’s extremely dark how pathetic that is. They call this keeping it real, but for who?

    So if this crime, for reasons I didn't feel comfortable going into, was Simon of Fickes, Ondrizek and Conseulo, Mansuino, Suid Powell and Dia (the Schamas) again, the whole trance is intended to recruit, not to get them busted by me, you can be sure, if it’s Cornell.  The Left, in other words, has already ruled out that they were brainwashed by the right to be the hardcore Leftists they are, communitarian hookers on the make for spoils, but that’s Seattle and they are the last people in the word to care if they are killing their friends to please their worst enemies.  It’s saaaaad.       

     Police should have the intelligence to see how fucked they are by the whole thing.  Eisenhower did.