I get sick of people who can hear.  Deaf people learn right away the world is a cheat and instead of getting all sick with hatred and malice towards others better off we learn to shrug, but when the hearing endowed decided they envied my mind, watch out.   While it is no secret that I was deafened by the British to control the Musictocracy, the developmental direction also necessitated the berserk denial of injury. Hearing endowed individuals go right on talking to me, making exasperated sounds when I explain things have to be written down, not bothering about the fact that I told them and told I don’t understand, and then read all sorts of charming libels into the fact that I don’t look at them when I speak.  Gawd. Behind this arrangement, too, is the Musictocracy in fiendish ways. I’ll note two more of those ways.

      One: Don’t Break This Motion ~  The hearing endowed feel, feeeeeel that something is disruptive in the exceedingly effete I don’t know exactly what it is but way around the confused wanting to be kept advised.  Oh we all can sense it, and know which one.

      Two: The Developmental Imperative ~  Poachers like to claim I’m lucky I have deafness to buffer their scorn.   It keeps things Catholic in review. Denial of injury is absolutely necessary to present their hustle.   Their reasoning is that no one is allowed to claim they disliked the Beatles, but in turn anyone who did like them is to blame for their own bad end.  Slick reasoning. Just as they leered that the pornography overdrive they battered me for an object lesson in their Liberal Demonstration Project about Anti-Christianism in the AIDS Attack, they then chimed that home isolation massage isn’t justifiable as therapy for the neuroplasm they play acted to be bursting open in treatment by Orwellian Hour Hate primal scream demonism.    

       The parochial savage sicked a twelve year old on me when I was 13 and would gladly do it again.   The idea was to form memory cells that Tive called Mental Midgets so they could escalate research with into neuroelectricity.    

       Punch drunk on the right to say anything they want in denial of the premeditation, they sidestep that no one ever bothered to teach me sign language and that the woman who finally did was raped for it, by derfing forth that I am their perfect object study who was adjusted by castration to enable school.