Donald Trump seems to have been the primary power to recognize that early in my op-ed career I angled towards a ridiculous self-representation of myself under the Reagan stereotype to show how cowardly and self-defeating it would be for the attackers to pursue it, and he saw that as a golden window through which to push the staged and phony intercept plotted in advance by Warhol. Under those Draconian terms of extremism, Clinton and Bush both had the cheap advantage of saying if you concede the terrible crimes committed against me you would empower an enemy past all description. They left out that it was simply acknowledging the rights of a child in a public school promised the Bill of Rights who wants to be left alone to cope with disappointment. The British and NAACP weighed in saying I should be forced to join the flock of the exterminated. This essay is simply to address the prospect that police forces arriving may be experiencing embarrassment or fear concerning what Yoko Ono has been allowed to get away with. My goal is to show how I knew what was going on from the political atmosphere in Pittsburgh that incubated into Reagan’s holocaust, while quite aware that the For Biden nature of that comment is Trump for the attackers. The intention isn’t to show a way out, which is merely a formality under U.S. Law if a crime is committed you prosecute, end of discussion, but rather to elucidate clearly and smoothly a neglected line of reasoning that can easily be restored concerning the objective facts of the situation. Capitalizing on appearances, Trump’s planners interjected, why not see this through and that’s where we have been, under the assassin culture of groups like Senegalese Islamic extremist sponsored by Yoko Ono named N’dour, and men every bit as guilty as Timothy McVeigh like Peter Gabriel. This was a planned war game concocted to portray itself as Alternative Conflict Resolution (Germany) in a climate of mutual assured destruction. The symbol MADD for example was one of the cartel’s sly asides about the child pornography angle of the Warhol/Bush machine, using DD on queerbait for Neva, advocating for the NAACP who mutinied against Dr. King considering him a wimp and a traitor. Weaving the Catholic Worker spitball that I should die to please McCartney’s fame was already the acid mind at work in the sickening outrage. I’ll show you all this through a more appropriate lens for police work.
Meanwhile, Pittsburgh hoodlums will rant that failure to understand higher learning as a grade school child is a Death Row offense from Disney and NASA. The Karls, working with the British, demanded the rhetorical question: Did you want Lennon killed? I said no. They said, then you are obviously to blame that he died. That’s the machine intelligence angle. Lennon did sex and drugs, they insist that I did so voluntarily and that my denial means I betrayed Lennon, therefore I am fit to die as punishment for self-inflicting the trauma that averted my eyes from their game. They said if you get outta that we’ll call you Houdini. Do they mean the moron-dini? Is that another clue for you all? Meanwhile Penis Gabriel was ready at the battery of Ultrahigh exams with an unprincipled, foul-hearted goblin theory that they admitted from the beginning was unconcerned and unaffected, but very hostile on behalf of those they were inciting. It was the claim that they wanted to liberate by fulfillment of every fear. You think that is friendship and alliance, Britain? Well, it is and it isn’t. It is if your example is Donald Trump, who gets away with no one questioning what he is doing under a smokescreen of stories about Russian election tampering. He doesn’t care that Kennedy was done in to promote his vision thing. It isn’t if you care about the men they murdered, about the dreams they murdered, so let’s go back just a moment to the G.I. Bill after World War Two.
There were several motives for the bomb. Harry Truman’s was upfront, to save the men at sea. Behind the scenes, masquerading as Americans, the Nazi Establishment of Dulles and Reagan were planning ahead to what it would mean for Japanese relations. Britain was overjoyed at what they were witnessing. They knew that they would inherit Japanese loyalty with the whisper, don’t get mad, get even.
Under the G.I. Bill the world had changed in America more dramatically that the bomb changed us. It was a chance of purpose and meaning, and structural competence in issues like divorce. Towards that development, Hitler’s minions shrewdly plotted their angle in contempt for what they leered was progressive degeneracy in liberalism. Towards this end they defined and coerced a monstrous extreme: abortion from child pornography hostages. The tawdry stories that came with this from mercenaries in Pennsylvania is sickeningly unreal, Andrea Andrea Yates type, from a group going by Amnesty International. On top of this, the rabid poured the boiling oil of such things as late term abortion photos from the girl I was loyal to, in horrified disbelief.
The British call this punishment for testifying.
What we have here are matters pot-boiled by the very stupid on high, represented by the catchy little morphic name Nordenberg, the idea that children lie. Sue NuNu they put up with Sununu, because Nancy reported that at the age children lie I blamed the neighbor’s kid when I pooped. Nunu pooped, I would say. These puns are arid. They cooked them up with Reagan at Fulton School, tricking me into losing the spelling bee by telling me to look at the Extra Dry, Death Valley Days dry, which is Arrid, two RR’s for the air raid.
Proctor’s gang is indignant, shocked shocked that Guatemalan syph experiments went on at Pitt, while locusts planned to make the money investing in St. Rubber. But they also whispered how they could git away with it cuz dey ain’t no such thing as no reverse racism, now, they have Hip Hop Duty of Care levels on the street observing silver screen wisdom wise, if we poison and mutilate a deaf suck that’s compensatory coding now. The whites loved it, go ahaid. Git dat dirty liberal for Colin Colin.
They indicated many things. When Rubin gave McIntosh an empty apple sauce jar for his pens, and he read us the book that Gail Burstyn wrote me about, it wasn’t that the teacher couldn’t see what was happening, the teacher was what was happening. So was the bat of HammerEaston that felled Roberto Clemente as a utility for Rosa Rosa. We get this in the rat trap exterminator cult who opened the Kennedy case as a Rowan and Martin Laugh In called SPRAGUE. The real story here will only come out when those who released the truth about Oswald turn their guns on Diamonda Galas and Michel Foucault.
