I realize how captivated you few ravenous readers are with your own esoteric bullshit but using the Flag for an act of extermination is treason, no matter how much pride you take in your insane viciousness.   Intelligent people by now are well aware that is what the gyrations surrounding Mt. Desert Island prove. While I certainly can be faulted for mistaking my characteristics as an American civilian for more common than they are in terms of Heritage distinctions as a child, having demand of amends for being special by being stripped of rights isn’t an act of patriotism or race leveling.  The chronic questioning and crime directed at me is more than proof that the Inquisition never had a case, and is acting for the guilty, they hotwire around that absence of meaning in their abuse into trivial irrelevancies hoping to construct the delusion of original sin.

        The shot at JFK that killed him hit the jugular vein of the United States.   Minions of Adolf Hitler, friends of his, literally, sat on the Warren Commission, but even worse was the way the game changed into the hands of his killers by the partnership between Jack Ruby’s legacy and Larry Flynt.   Flynt is the purposeful construction of a Prince of Fools, diabolical with hostility for his own claim to respectfulness towards fine freedoms. Typical of the lowlives we hold as our representatives, Senator Harkin considers himself an institution of divine law in decrepit and weird defense of Reagan.  Harken to the Ark is all we need to infer from that rubbish to derive the central planning of the attack.

       Murdering Presidents and mutilating children is not a given right of Hollywood or the outhouse state.   

       I have trouble understanding the women in all of this.  The woman I lived with in Montana knew perfectly well that collegiate strategy was behind making a fuss about my so-called jealousy to hide an impacted trauma and that in their viciousness the authorities were wording it incautiously as an inquiry about rape psychosis.  It would be like the Administration, exhibiting the hubris of the Crown, to announce as Chief Justice Ivanka Trump summoned hither to declare that retaining evidence is spiritually impure and a lack of faith. The psychopaths even castrated me and think the streets are their symposium space to hustle people with their shocking mis-education society.

        I could have been good for a woman.   Where is the chivalry of women in this world of Equal Pay?   I see some who are ladies, one of a kind individuals every bit as singular as Charlie Chaplin was as a man, mannered, maybe a little bit spoiled, but containing overflowing humor, spriteful and aware of their maidenhood, and the only thing they wanted was to see me in pain, to see me controlled by someone I have learned to truly hate, and they advanced this sick-headed Reaganism in the jealous guise of Obama over nothing that had anything to do with me at all, a sinister, cowardly foreign invention, aimed, like the Kennedy bullet, at the jugular vein of America, the very idea of our psychological autonomy.

       What of my privacy in this insane outrage?

       The Trump adversaries have diverted attention from investigation that should have been immediate concerning the garage in the alley on Snively Road, hidden within hiding places, filled with boxes of strange papers, marked Scott Security, for years and years, after I complained of being held there, spoken to in tongues, and hideously gassed as a child, fuck you Pitt, Ryland Crary’s boy, in an environment meaningfully similar to that hideous mechanic painting in The Carnegie.  You fucking Yale munchkins have nothing to do but take out your inferiority complexes on someone who did try to show a common sense of place, who was open to ideas and approachable. Don’t tell me to brace up under your unjust spotlight. It’s your dereliction.