Although it is commonly expressed that there is no unity possible in the United States of America, that we are a house divided, and that not even the Left can show the fortitude to stand by one another, this is not the case at all, the pigs are 100% percent behind the foreign hippies who authored the AIDS attack, and my job is to express the fait accompli which has been delivered as my ass by Nammies prowling are streets ready to inflict terror as street crime.

     Despite the forgettable musician Donovan’s colored pencil Aquarianism, the notion of a British Invasion, as the rock and stone quarry were called when they arrived with electric guitars and later synthesizers, being flower power is incongruous with the facts, unless you credit pusillanimous sycophant pseudo-historian Amanda Harcourt’s worship of  “Rather US” Reagan that his act of putting a wreath at Bitberg-Belsen in victory of Hitler’s Revenge was a cosmic connivance like putting flowers in the Kent State shootists’ rifles, come what may (and did in their case), which I do not.

      The poison logic of Herr PatriCIA Fripp, mogul sister of King Crimson’s quisling Harcourt, posits many deep, stupid, foul encryptions in her defense of a violent, brainwashing machine.   When P.D. Ouspensky, who her hostile and out of control brother claims to have read in his bent, announces a rejection of science for what he announces to be a propensity to swear by contradictory proofs, he must be discipling this odious disciplinarian.  Her mind is lavious with fork tongues a’slither like miraculous Sufi dancers.

       PatriCIA holds forth as though protesting police brutality is cheering cop killers, and in this strange mentalism avows that the Lodz Ghetto Riots and the Police Riots against non-violent demonstrators were virtually one and the same.   Bludgeoning a helpless and non-combatant child blindside she holds his flesh and blood effigy before the Skrewdriver crowds now as one with Death Row Records as the white dog itself of fire and pain, seconded by a black man named Mishima from the streets of Philadelphia who called me, “the deteriorating European,” on the way to becoming, “a hound.”   

       One of Fripp’s favorite past-times is to invent war games predicated on the alien mission of a double bind.   This means yapping in two-tongues at once, both of them facelying, to cruelly extrude digest by Hitlerian torture for a God win.   She promotes endless arguments with brutal traffickers and negates profound personal injury of significant magnitude by a twist of Orwell.   She refracts the actions of a terrorist named Gail Burstyn, who she holds blameless, onto a person who was completely hapless in the matter of those crime as a complement to the notorious slipknot of Reagan insisting that I frame him, and brutally molesting me until I was forced to agree and stated that he is obviously criminally insane.  There, now they have me where they wanted me, to do away with.

          Not true, not true, not true, not true they say of my reports of extremely deranged kidnapping and serial molest as a hostage deaf and otherwise badly damaged child, and then a snapshot of me like the one I have recently posted shows up, clear evidence of the problem, attended by scientific testimony by those who studied my injuries, despite having their friends gunned down.  Do this Jehovah’s of mania against so-called “white lies” offer any revision to their slanderous digest? None at all, they rifle back to the brochure from FEMA and Pentagon Disney that states for them at their offices, “there is no such thing as objective reality only what the jury believes.” Higher loyalty, noble sacrifice, more brochure.

        Their slanders have no merit, but their victim has no property.  They are playing all or nothing for a game in which they rule by a debt of 18 trillion dollars against a man they have ruined while illegally using my student loan entitlements to prosecute a secretive death row ultimatum.   They have status in the police state. By dismissing the issue of slander and refracting it only property and state control they make it seem as though the slanders have merit not only because their victim has no property but further announce that the victim is and must be and may only be an advocate for absence of property, so that the slanders, which apparently are about themselves, can only be satisfied by already voided rights of man, to which they add the experimental brainwashing techniques of haunting the prey with internal sounds, a magic trick by which they deny a series of caustic and malevolent magic tricks, heaped with criminal deception.

       Looking for a Declaration of War over money?  Don’t go away. The Community College I attend, after all, is Martial-Law Friendly by its own advertisement.      Unfortunately for me, I am out-penned and out-numbered, but even so, you’d think the Community College system itself would at least sanction the cruelty which is massively in evidence.   Take Greg Karl’s dissertation on how I was held, and mutilated, in bondage, gibbering about “subjecting the persona to successive degradations of the X-motive to subsume him into a larger structure dominated by the adversary.”  This language in cold blood was illustrated by the way the splattered photographs of my absolutely beautiful fetal little boy aborted all over CMU around the 11-22-61 plaque dedication of SKIBO Hall where Bush read his Voodoo Economics speech.

      More the orchestration of double binds the faction who attacked me at school, with intent to promote a faction including Duvall of my old college who is black who said, “I know George Bush started AIDS and I support him for it.”  Okay, so we know that there are Queers who support him for it, too, and lesbians were really into the tirade about a blackbelt in feminism which they also called the One Cent justification, mythologizing this into a neuro-aggressive theory they called as though mirth has no greater dominion than mass murder a “bored game.”   The girl was bored, she made love, changed her mind, and they claimed that spasms caused by a nerve agent meant I bored her like a lapis lazuli (ie. rapist of Leslie). They made this jobber up with a menu and formula.

      Today I found another authorship index.  I’m not good with things like this, but the writer was initialed Peter Gabriel Bergmann (PGB) and before you sale it’s a different Peter Gabriel, yes, true, but not a different Albert Einstein who wrote the introduction.   So while they are lying about me, creating an impossible bind for further crime, they have a super-index going attended by the erasures inevitable when you enter obscurantism, especially a concoction from Einstein and J. Edgar Hoover.  Obviously it is worth a lot of money. Our society has impoverished itself by refusing to address the Texas Schoolbook, but as Nancy Moore, who was in on it with others from the office of David Demarest put it about the Death Tattoo on Mt. Desert Island, “surely you don’t think she did that for YOUR benefit.”   1984 wasn’t put on my Social Security card for my benefit either, but it is the same war game.

      The jumbled dialectics of multiple double binds occur within a super-index and the government gave the attackers a legal endorsement for criminal intent.   Meanwhile, Chris, whoever the psycho at Pitt was who decided that my former fiance was fit to kill for, an emissary from the psychotic State of Washington who are so low I can’t even speak of it further, demented ignored not only the taunting, the evidence of an AIDS-related attack, torture and mayhem, but leered with the exact same style and premises of that hideous film, “The Vanisher,” that should be forced to contract AIDS for sleeping with a virgin.   They called it lampoon of my X-motive, ignoring the “impingements” and “degradations” described by the above who used me in not one but at least two deranged Holocaust Simulation Experiments, one that nearly killed me and left me disabled as a child, and the other in which they insist death is the proper outcome, for what? For pulling out too fast?

        Mishima’s assessment of me as the white hound of deterioration had about it the historic Jewish-Black partnership in that the nerve agent they used was a touch of neurological voodoo, split pea soup vomit, style.  They even used the name Burstyn, directly indexed to The Exorcist, and there’s more, not that you need it to see what’s going on in this stupid society.

         The idea of sympathy and music for the poisoned is straight out of Artificial Intelligence nightmares, courtesy Ringo Starr.