I realize that powerhouse pink administrators have been a wall of murder and scare tactics around the illusion machine built in the name of Lennon by Trump’s Pentagon Disney, the foundation of which is to use multicultural tokens from the global jet set to substitute for human dignity and historic review during our times and regarding the AIDS attack.   I am back to back with my fellow students on the human rights issue and the personhood of each member of our campus and commonwealth.

     The American people need to accept ourselves, our limitations as well as our power, and to choose our own battles, particularly the peaceful and diplomatic ones, and to shake off being used by people who have taught us not to like ourselves.   This tension comes out in Democratic Party politics. Their leaders are those we recognize, love, understand and know, but the forces of hypnosis and brainwash from the digital disconnect of the weird assassin culture have tormented us with the idea that we are second rate, producing a kaleidoscope of psychological injuries, black people who all want to be asians, dissidents who all want to be Rodrigo Duterte, and a liars club of acid rock gaslighters furiously compelling belief in their anthrax psychology as though martian strategies are top sacredly ancient Africa distilled by global warming for the Latino brothers.