A person who has earned the right to address their peers can fritter the time away with niceties. Supposedly I haven’t, therefore I can’t, but I am looking for readers who understand that the material I am conveying is unsafe in the hands of psychotics at Seattle Art Museum obsessing over every word. The problem with Libertarianism is that there has never been a man born who would pay another man what he deserves gladly. We needed child labor laws to defend us from people like Ayn Rand, by the same token she herself stood up against the worst form of child slavery, the deliberate brain damaging of a child to make a slave that the monsters in British music promote to delay Pittsburgh being recognized for criminally insane monstrosities behind the AIDS attack, allowing them to promote themselves as a gang of realistics whooping it up with the makers of the film Gummo and the script by Gail Burstyn. It doesn’t take a subgenius to see the claw of Yoko Ono waging war out of Warhol.
Mark Chapman was said to have been an acid tongue wit upon arrest laughing of John Lennon, I didn’t know he was your friend to New York blue meanies. You might say the same thing looking at Diamonda Galas with her back knife posing at the World Trade Center they brought down with anthrax when talking to the queers. The medium is the message. They are playing fast and loose with bio-terror. It isn’t possible to ally Chapman and his partner that day Sean Strub with Yoko Ono because they say they killed Lennon, but as it turns out the principle confederates behind the AIDS attack who killed Lennon are their corporation of planning. This means that the names looming large in this operation from the Kennedy assassination: Hollywood, Walt Disney, Cold War, Reagan, Ian Fleming, and Midori Goto which means Green Hell in Anglo-Japanese encryption, are playing a riddle game asking us to accept the ridiculous in the name of their friends who brought the World Trade Centers down on the heads of New York’s finest. Laughing at all the hints, figure that one out. If you can’t figure it out you have to let it go.
Leonard Peltier and the Jericho Project certainly do not really understand what happened. Peltier probably doesn’t consciously want to be a promoter of Hitler’s plans for America, but he was taken prisoner and has his ideals. Mandela cut a deal to get out of prison in return for silence about AIDS. This sort of thing is called constructive engagement. Ringo Starr is one of the fat sicko few who has a clue as to what is going on, and has no intention ever of letting on. He was a friend of Aristotle Onassis and in on the hit in 1963 that promoted his band. If you do not realize that Lennon was working on this project with Mark Chapman, if you didn’t realize that Chapman was a covert agent of his mission house, doing business with Broadway the Hard Way off Laurel Canyon, you will never be able to unfork the twisted tongue of the doublespeak in double fantasy. You will have to accept, as Seattle queers do, that those who started AIDS top sacredly had their interest in mind, and figure on what Ed Eisen called a piece of the action. With a man like Aaron Dixon, well, who expects better?
This is to say that Peltier doesn’t understand that Ramsey Clark took him hostage precisely to peel his head open with anger and hostility towards me who he also took hostage, Clark did this as a working associate of Peter Shell at CMU who made the secret tapes of my suppressed screams of impacted trauma. On cue, Peltier’s syndicate sneered at the white. Nothing can be done to change any of that. The foreign English have deigned to reveal the benefits of a fait accompli, true to the madness was a fantasy from on high orchestrated by Trump media to shepherd everyone through the hurdle of atrocity with the pan pipes of Obama, but that is old news and water under the bridge, go in peace, but wait, give Ono her last sacrifice for art’s sake, they lisp, so that Lennon might sleep soundly in Hiroshima. You would like to counter this, no, Lennon really died, the anthrax of Ono’s friend Diamonda Galas on 911 was a plan to promote revenge for the AIDS victims by protecting the syndicate that Chapman represented in the name of his partner Sean Strub. It’s about diversity. There isn’t enough for everyone, so they built an Ark, at least it’s something, can’t have everything, at least we don’t need some pretender.
This is because, even faced with the absolutely deranged evidence that Jackie Kennedy’s hand was involved in the weird explosion of Kennedy’s deflating and bursting head, even knowing that the really new deal was a deal in Dealey Plaza by totalitarians from the 50’s who wanted laws of regularity to make sure of their spouse’s service daily, an Honors Society of standing by your First and Only Lady, even knowing that all that lewd mockery about blowing his mind out, bang bang shoot shoot, the release of the White Album on the anniversary, even knowing that it was done as revenge for Hiroshima in return for Japanese sexual services, playing out in Seattle as trophy Vietnamese women made happy war brides of black servicemen, even knowing it was done as a Jack Ruby child trafficking syndicate for the lawyers of Goering’s estate and Hitler’s friends in banking who served on the Warren Commission, even knowing DeMille, Dulles, Disney, Ian Fleming, NASA and Unit 731 were involved and released the AIDS attack loudly in mockery, and clearly in bray, you simply cannot believe that Lennon was capable of a disappearing act, full knowing the dishonorable truth that NASA is keeping powerful secrets, telling devious lies, you stand by while your rights are trashed over trivial dishonesties told by common people to defend their cohabitations from totalitarian methods, even knowing that FEMA attorneys from Pentagon Disney laughing about their skill at professional deception had me where Reagan could wave to me the night before Hinckley, even knowing that they raped our treasury for a senseless Cold War, and brayed openly of the AIDS attack in the name of a girl who said ick about Jimmy, all you care is that the Kennedy’s didn’t shoot back, so you say they deserved to be shot, hehn, just hehn.