I. Is Hard Copy of Torture a Psychiatric Disturbance?

       After my diagnosis with diabetes, I became a statistic and my life bled from my hands.  I was already deaf and had been chemically castrated in an illegal war game by sadists in the United States Government operating out of my school, after being lured to a Gurdjieff cult by Robert Fripp of King Crimson.   My family and peers betrayed me, my life was destroyed and I am dying young.  Their last act of malice has been to severely punish me for testifying.  Among other acts of travesty, my deaf advocate was attacked and raped, while the children in my family were threatened after a sinister ripper homicide attack outside the clubhouse where I took refuge in trauma for over a decade.  The obvious fact that I am dealing with the criminally insane has done no good ever in securing any sort of institutional recognition concerning the horrible phenomenon of this catastrophic ordeal.

        Although I obey the laws of the land, and never deviate in this habit of citizenship, respect for our institutions isn't even a consideration anymore.  Throughout the entire society horrendous syphilis of thinking is being cheered and rooted for in the declaration against the peace that allowing brutal serial mutilation represents, a sinister, backwards unionized army at work.  It's fruitless to say look at both sides when it is already established that is not going to happen.  It simply does not work that way when it comes to the Beatles.  Their media IS Empire.  Museums, political organization, police, everything in school, politicians and every rat on the corner are psychologically terminated with extreme prejudice with respect to their judgment when it comes to the gestapo of Big Brother music.  So pleading fair play is totally pointless.  I am dealing with the criminally insane.

       The murderers are quite specific in their enterprise, counter-allegations and abnormal, illegal processes.  It is also perfectly obvious the magnitude of their felonies.  In this foundational essay I will go over the frantic rhapsodies of their pen hand, a rabid animal named Peter J. Sinfield, whose cowardly, cowardly lies have led to such horrible tragedy, not only for me, but for the British rabid responsible, that my mind is shattered attempting to understand how a monster that evil could be allowed to jeopardize the sanity and welfare of the human race in an apocalypse war game designed by the British in a bid for control of the American Empire.  Loathsome and crawling in through the open door for Saudi finance in Pittsburgh at the Carnegie Mellon central, this psychopathic killer hangdogs in the disgrace of his own public pseudo-reasoning.  As humiliating as it is to have to dignify his trashy, base, depraved pseudo-logical style, there is no other way to address what he is doing than to explain by what force of deceit he managed to wangle it into a Federal sale.