Hollywood crime is meant to be exciting. In order to be a better and more civilized person than my adversary it is necessary to stay within civilized norms and thus enter the kinship system of public safety that is expected in Our Commonwealth. This can be deadly when the adversary is an unprovoked and inhuman monster. The difference is a manner of argument and presentation. The rabid animal who attacks me is completely unprovoked and uses his power of incitement in terror and cruelty for dark ends. My attempts not to endanger the accused recklessly outside the boundaries of legal expectation is a courtesy this criminal of hate and derangement would not even consider, not even for a moment. It takes all of my good standing in school, all of my restraint, all of my discretion to temper my comments about this unspeakable assassin. By contrast, the murderer wastes no time in voiding the rights of his target, circulating odious libels, resorting to poison, ripper mayhem, arson, rape, child mutilation and serial dismemberment. Even stated courteously, the State of Washington without a doubt is harboring one of the most terrifying and crafty predators who ever held office in the United States of America and the story of his torrid and malicious persecution of an innocent and disabled man into a destroyed senior citizenship of public dependency is a horrendous spit in the face of all that we consider civilized. The offenses radiate from Olympia as though the seat of the unholy and the message is a new craft of government from whom the message is clear: they are persuaded that no one should be allowed rights, ever. This is not personal for them, I am simply a convenient demonstration model of the wiles available in their contempt. All that being said, I am hardly exaggerating or presenting my tempered tone for attention and effect. That is their penchant and one that I am too sincere to disgrace myself with by imitation. I am dealing indisputably with the rise of a crime world empire in the 21st century the likes of which we have never seen before, a crime empire of ripper mayhem to match Caligula and Hitler, literally littering our landscape with disemboweled souls that cannot speak for themselves because they are disallowed the words. Factual definition of the affair has nothing to do with hatred. It is in defense of the innocent, something these predators on high would not even consider for a moment. Such words are weak, I admit that, they lack power or grandstanding, they are simple, humble statements of fact without authority or military backing. I deny that they are dissent, however. The criminal in office has no business being there. Dissent is for more worthy things to make observations about; one does not dissent against an Al Capone, one simply reviles them.
To understand what this ripper hatter has done and is doing it is necessary to see what his joy is and what he provides himself in his zeal for suffering and bloodthirst unending, to understand from what pitiless and cruel dungeon of a soul it comes from. To do this you must go back to his oldest poisonous acts. The assassin, who calls himself a team, even though the ego-centric nature of his grandiosity is perfectly evident, as are his relentless demands for conformity and alliance, took power by murder, by ousting his rightly voted better by killing them and then, having taken the power of the United States Government by murder most foul this ravenous beast of prey, with the hand of the bride stolen by violence and cunning, set upon me with the same brutal intention, raping my deaf advocate after making off with my bride through the caustic method of belittling me through injury from terrible, terrible poison crime. This person of interest used a nerve agent, a sizzling medium of aggressive and deranged torture to humiliate an object of scorn who he blindsided in childhood, and not finished there, he chemically castrated me while his soldiers, the Gestapo of Jay Inslee, helped themselves to my one time bride to be, lying about me through the teeth and poisoning me in the mouth. They stop at nothing. Hate crime and brutality are thrilling for them. This is over for me, but it is not over for them. I cannot even protect the sanctity of my premises in Section 8 from their threats to make my life even more crippled than deafness, infirmity, neurological agony. They did all this to an innocent person, stripping me of my rights, why? Because under the sordid and deranged doctrine of UW Sociology the rights of man are an affront to the vision of ethnic propriety they advance like magic swordsmen of sniveling empire, wowing their students with delusions of justice.
The crimes are of a Civil War variety. They are gang crimes, but they have an author being harbored by police authority. In Pittsburgh, where I come from, police are trained to believe that graduates of public schools, born of old families, hard-working, often poor, are alien liars incapable of self-government or true address, meanwhile, from on high, effervescent crowing of the most heavy-handed, beard-stroking, head-scratching and ponderous rubbish, the most zany and maniacal misconstructions and warped delusions ever offered as rationalization for tyranny and fear received pricked up ears of awe at every desk occupied by a soldier of the peace. The women police lay prone, the men jump to attention, for the warlocks of fable have told them that it is therapy to bring down the towers their ancestors built upon their heads.
The murderers helped themselves to my name, constructed a libelous persona and said so openly, without any attempt to hide it, they created a myth, a slander, occupationally, in spite and derision, and the fingerprints of this mission of theirs, this defilement of our dignities for peace and law, is the bloody hand of the AIDS attack. The joke, the maniac said, is on me! They speak of the unreal tragedy and humiliation they have inflicted and call it their jest! Openly! Without compunction or remorse! They say I am nothing and have also written openly, repeat openly, about building a special gas chamber. WTF? The government was told about all of this years, and years, and years ago.
These terrible, terrible crimes are a very extreme thing for a public institution being called a school to be doing. For these mercenaries nothing has to be true, just saleable and effective to be considered valid. Who would say they understand? Words are weak. To understand is to like having your blood removed.
