America is turntail in the struggle against fascism and no one who saw the zombies run like pigs from the gun that killed JFK has any reason to be surprised to find them flying higher than kites chanting the rhapsodies of his assassins. It’s a mockery, it was meant to be, they are, after all, avenging their defeat in World War Two.
The basic first facts can only be found in years of hard work, because the cover up buried them. For example, the star witness for the Warren Commission had been locked up for threatening to kill JFK after being arrested for leading a racist uprising at University of Mississippi. Gen. Edwin Walker appears on a 1962 book about Oswald Mosley, written by, get this, Colin Cross. Oswald was the leader of the British Union of Fascists, with stationhouse in Liverpool, the seat of the Confederate Secret Service in the War Between the States. Someone John Lennon, who hustled in with a Tojo bride, not only called his band after the name of the VW designed by Adolf Hitler, but added Silver to them (though at some point they dropped Pete Best as their drummer and Silver Beatles), after being the Quarrymen, whose namesakes, the Pitmans, were hired by the British to kidnap and gas me, then promise the NAACP kiddie porn spoils. Silver was the symbol of fascists in Kansas American Bund, the Silver Shirts. Lennon starred in a film much closer to the truth than the myth someone shot him on the Japanese Anniversary of Pearl Harbor, as a follower of Oswald called, How I Won the War. His devious mind had the commoners crowing allusions to the zapping of our heroic President and so on, many, many times, as they ran their revolution in the set up for the AIDS kill, a plan for lemmings.
Always braying of his genius, he worked it out to slip away by Houdini and ingratiate the victims to attack the United States. By playing that he died as the natural leader of the AIDS victims, he got his maniacs into position to spread AIDS, lie, and threaten us with nuclear escalation, a wild card achievement by Tojo ronin.
Regarding me, I had nothing to do with Lennon’s scripted arrangements. The whole deal is just a malicious construct to allow the attackers to target a symbol of the war at sea, from whose fleet I was born, my father’s voice loud and clear over the radio of his ship across the waters. This part of the agenda tells a lot more about them and what they have done than the sneakiness about Lennon.
The rabid have UW asian women cultists watching my computer and howling Angela Davis refrains about porno. They didn’t ask Francie Dee’s opinion. For her their crowing would probably signify the usual Orwellianism that liberation is slavery. What is clear about the industry is that they knew AIDS was coming and put it into psychotic symbolism with Reagan and DeMille. The Beatles knew all about it. The hotwired it to be able to say, extermination is liberation. Using poison as realpolitik the assholes in King Crimson who tortured me and raped my girlfriend, working through pukes like Seattle Administration for Colin Powell, poisoning me in the mouth, have it rigged that they even win the argument they created and surrounded me with if they in the end do what they have threatened, while subjecting me to mutilation, which is poison me with HIV because I didn’t give them a sanction, therefore they win. It violates the moral code of putting society before the individual. Small wonder people end up hating communists with this sort of nutbag reasoning coming out of places like University of Washington Administration. This is their Gummo logic for shitting on The Bill of Rights. All the while they were masking as defenders of privacy and minorities they were setting up the escalation to brainwave tyranny, gnashing with bloodthirst and calling it peace.
The commoners are more than happy to be fooled because the spirit of the United States so enjoys maliciousness. Homeless clans get pulled into Marxist elements of the Jericho cause which on one level is certainly a formidable social movement, but it does have underground coercion and overly credulous Seattle wobblie wannabes identify themselves with the intellectual coercion for the sake of spite on which they are drunk. The grassroots manipulation by people like Martin Sheen of Catholic Worker in Pittsburgh was so vicious I consider the idea overall too dangerous to address, but yeah, be nice. If you got a spare umbrella why not help someone on the margins? People going about their own business do not have an obligation to vultures that is true, but your reading of the situation is a political one that doesn't make sense. You think you can vie with an organized syndicate operated out of Corrections, the NAACP, the Veteran Administration, and organized criminals who have many intellectuals with money pulling the strings by asking police and city council to chase them off? That's not a sensible approach. You need to stop fearing the truth more than you fear the homeless.There's no harm in helping, but don't be hustled into a lose-lose situation performing mandatory services for people who deliberately made a mess to force you to clean up and who will only turn on you.
This is where the recent homicide in Capitol Hill gets very interesting. Logically you would think well, maybe it was a race war act. If it was related to this case it was the long established British Labor tactic of Yojimbo. Hitting one side to create a blood debt so they can hit the other. It always works, so what do they have to lose? The mindset they have created short-circuits rational thinking, leaving only from there the method they deploy of acting out on shadows, but coal mines don’t recognize colors, the Asian lady from Hawaii on Hastings that hung loose with David C. had her map for chips from both sides of the old block. The Green Party have in mind just doing a sort of … sorting. I have several times mentioned being given a dark message from a halfway house man in Pittsburgh after these psychotics repeatedly committed atrocities and made clear they venom and bloodthirst. I found that note and will close by including it. They hate me for disrupting their fantasy plan.
