Dear Jayhawks and the accused,
I think you can understand this note from James MacRyland Crary of Dallas City, Iowa without a ton of transitional statements which will fast eat up your time. It is about fitting together the generator (80’s types called the puzzle palace) without a lot of mysteriology. My grandfather Ward was married 66 years in Topeka, they spent much of their lives in the Ozarks. I know that in our history the Midwest had as many Silver Shirts of the America Bund as we did Jayhawks, who won. I’m pushing 60. Although I hitchhiked a long ways to visit my grandparents, or travelled by other means on regular family vacations, I never felt called upon to encroach upon my legacy. I grew up in Pittsburgh. I’m writing from Seattle which is a queer Trump-zotz of epic vicious inanity. I take a bus from Tacoma where I attend the Community College now that a deaf girl from Goodwill taught me sign language so I can try to make my name as a brother and a writer. The bus leads to Chinatown/International District. I go once a week, having lived there from twelve years beginning in Ichiro’s Rookie Year, but I went back to Pittsburgh for 4 years so my landlord put me in Tacoma.
I am writing to you because the Universities of Washington and Pittsburgh have to be closed and their politicians arrested. I will need your help. Seattle, as morbid and cut-throat as it is, is congenitally helpless. For example, freedom of youth press is supposedly guarded by The Stranger Newspaper. This rag and their caustic, stupid, insensibly effete dandies looked down on my statements as a homeless person as though they were Donald J. Trump. Do you know why they scorned my victim status? Because they supported Don Trump either covertly, or subconsciously, which is to say mindlessly, for all their proto-academic jibber. That’s an achievement for his claim to genius, seeing as how they consider themselves the last house on the Left.
Justifying that these minions banned me from Seattle Central Community College, where they allow skinheads and have a Jimi Hendrix statue, Thomas, the MC of On the House open mic (bullies) groused that I was telling them things about people they knew and liked. That the girl who taught me sign language was attacked and raped to punish her for example, Thom.? When I told their ding-dong, agitated, hostile, clueless Sheriff and Police Services, they knocked me around, traumatized me into obedience, subjected me to med-mal that chemically castrated me and caused diabetes, standing around whistling while Pittsburgh seconded a slasher homicide warning by Seattle in shooting someone to try and shut me down. My stomach was irreversibly injured in one of the “King County” Commonwealth poison crimes and I am fighting infection from a poison in the mouth. It’s like writing from Hitler’s Germany, quite a Godwin.
Understatement in politics can be the domain of conveying a hidden transcript; is the mind at work a fingerprint? While you may have followed some of the trouble Marilyn Manson was causing for a while, you probably don’t know that other names were being considered as found in a murder script that included Billy Jean Guinevere. While the practice of their parent company, the Geffen Corporation, has always been to (while knowing far more than anyone else) play off what they want people to believe, this allows them to effect grueling punishment episodes without tipping their hand, or even becoming confusing, because of Oswaldization of labor explanations. A rich cyber-terror network of Beatlemaniacs had closed ranks at Warhol despicably to orchestrate hostilities in the name of AIDS victims, while protecting an alliance with the attackers. The deception is obvious although obscured by various lemming screamings about the magnate John Lennon and his failsafe Houdini, an item always viciously denied.
Certain things go without saying concerning Trump, for example, JFK and RFK cannot rule or influence our policies because they are dead. Neither can I, since I was severely brain-damaged and tortured. However, in crawling back to Honors status at a school, which I resolved to do when I discovered the script and Warhol’s insane arrangements at Pitt, I speak prophetically of the danger involved by voters in adopting a maladaptive alternative to the Good Neighbor plans the Kennedy Brothers hoped to accomplish. The British are certainly right that there are defects in American education that do not properly learn the arts of caring for the earth, animal life, climate, vegetation, progress in our dynamic instruments of cultivation, teaching of innocence, benevolence and innovation, or participation generally as children of the decorous cohabitation, but their studious crimes of leaving dead animals on my doorstep in warning are just advertisements for their derision, not serious gestures of an alternative consciousness. The name Rodd figures prominently in the underworld that attacked me, and is a volume signifier in comprehensive literature from quite some time ago on CO2. In hearing them complain that there isn’t enough resource on the world, and that we have to turn our attention to climate warnings, don’t be persuaded therefore that they had to kill Kennedy, bilk out banks on the Cold War, or betray our Good Neighbor Policy. Instead, be aware you are being violently hustled. It defames none of our principles to note in class that the hostility for the Peace Corps has been channeled into arguments that we have enough problems of our own and a buddy racket from the prison planners to enslave anyone who squeaks a generous feeling.
Let’s ~ the story I tell some. The sicko collegiate rivals at The Stranger who set upon me with vomit bag stereotypical new wave critiques inflamed by ulterior motive said I only loved my fiance because of her virginity to cover the attack prostitution that was being leveraged to hoodwink our school about how I went deaf and ended up in so much trauma. When I noted that I did not even know she was a virgin, they went right on yammering that the queers had the right to hate me because I was a neo-liberal Muslim at heart. Needless to say UW has Muslims to back them up. They said of me (a deaf man with traumatic head injury from brutal blind side attacks by the men they adopted) that their Gamer Son Wasted Your Honor Student. This was evil insider chat about a deaf man who struggled back from absolute poverty and homelessness in a Davenport, Iowa emergency shelter, where I was taunted shamelessly by the men who stole my fiance, a set up, and raped my deaf advocate, as though the whole thing were a stage play. Trump would deny me victim status not just with his soothsayer calibrations about the relative misery of AIDS but more importantly for socio-economic reasons, because he doesn’t want to validate the civil rights of the Kennedy loyalists who lived through enough of this to formulate an assessment. He doesn’t dare take the chance that I can do something better than him, like report what is going on behind the fake news. In scurvy contempt for the very notions of pirate empire he has built, he incited Green Party lunatics to seeth ravenously about my dignities as an American person.
The police run an underworld where the spirit world is an occupied zone. It is dogged by the insufferable influence of music from foreign con artists like Robert Fripp and his sister Patricia in league with the monster Colin Powell who sees American Civil Rights as some sort of suicide pact. Silent Sorrow and Empty Boats by Genesis for example doesn’t need lyrics to convey. It’s melody says it all. It has a scrutinizing distemper that has been identified aptly for suspicious mentality disproven for plotting parochialism, scorn for Americans and our schools which they construe in their script as a government tax and spend scheme to support liberal orphanages. This Cold War gang slaughtered the Kennedys to do a longitudinal study of wartime values in a house divided between college no-counts and working class Draftees. The whole British 60’s scene was a set-up for a generation of Americans to fuck ourselves to the puppet strings of their spite.
Last week, I saw the pictures of Jackie Kennedy’s weapon in her hand, hiding it behind the seat and her letter about it all to his arch-enemy Allen Dulles. Dulles was the sort who would say trust no one and went about proving it by controlling the people closest to The President, but the imbroglio also is a loaded pistol against progress in our civil relations with allies. Take Japan: People are naturally sympathetic to their own interest, but neither America nor Japan is entirely innocent, nor guilty, as a culture and people in the Axis, so when I tell you that I was assaulted as a child after WW2 by a network of revenge agents because my father was in the Navy one half of you might laugh, get the kid from the bomb fleet, another part might say, how awful, you like me had hoped that sort of thing was from the past. Naturally, I am not blaming Japan, the assassins who attacked me were Americans from the KKK with some very heavyweight Japanese allies, but in their vision of a humanized Axis (the AIDS attack) they used my person as an object lesson hoping to promote the Beatles who worked with Yoko Ono and Warhol in torturing me and raping my deaf advocate while, in libel, claiming that Lennon's murder was my responsibility because of a script they and their agency wrote and hid on me when I was in semi-coma and trauma, a script that shows Lennon in fact worked with Trump network fake news to give an illusion death for this ends, double fantasy or Houdini, whodunit. Accordingly, music is deeply implicated in the atrocity and you need to sort out where you stand. Many people of thoughtfulness have noted that the Beatles were brainwashers. Just how serious that fact has become is more of a surprise.
What Pitt and Genesis did to me was set up to promote the idea in Pittsburgh as a civil rebellion of realists that how I was assaulted, tortured, kidnapped, gassed and transgressed upon with criminal depravity by violent pornographers from Warhol arrangements was done so the NAACP intelligencia would feel better about America’s legacy of slavery. Look what they done to a the white! I was symbol slaughtered. For years, the police underworld would arrest me for even trying to discuss it with anyone. I was banned from Seattle Community College for discussing how Pitt and Genesis set up Amnesty International for the Trump-zotz here so that they could challenge freedom of association on the grounds that it wasn’t cleared by the police underworld of Colin Powell, the spirit whisperer of soothsay. The murdering pigs used hypnosis on a condition much worse than bulbar syndrome that they impacted violently with serial beatings of a slaughtering nature and a nerve agent, repeat nerve agent, human child vivisection, when I was hostage in childhood in order to toy with it during jail interrogation to cause maximum grief and humiliation in a state of abjection and heartbreak, spitefully whipping me by the taser of seizure convulsions they controlled by martial art method, traumatic arrest just using recurrent motion.
There’s a story they spread around that I made Honors after their castration crime because it took my mind off my deserting fiance. This doesn’t address that they raped the real reason school was possible, the Goodwill deaf girl who taught me sign language. The slander was pulled off by Rosine Monteleone who very characteristically of the British pulled a Jackie Kennedy on me.
These are signs of an Axis hegemony. Dismissal of that fact (Godwin’s Law) fulfills their takeover. The terrorists at UW and Pitt argue openly online that I should die for the sake of Warhol Foundation’s argument that I’m not queer enough to make statements about the attack. The poisoned me in the mouth, saying I am too white to warn people.
The auto-denial index is conspicuous and real. The super-index is intimate and detectable but difficult to challenge and easily punished as delusion, which compromises a lot of other important work. So the beatlemaniacs in Genesis have bet the bank on acid rock gaslighting. The Seattle punks, even when not the extreme guild of mega-posers who were brought in by Hollywood to align them by deception with the killers, here have been rendered silent by refusing to address how complicit they really are. Pittsburgh manufactured an object of contempt to sell a play thing narrative to pleasure lesbian extremists, Yoko Ono’s vanguard, who don’t like me. Seattle went wild with glee.
In finding out decisively that the Axis took down JFK as part of a larger project incorporating the AIDS attack and staged John Lennon’s demise to give vitriol to Ringo Starr’s piracy and tyranny, we learn that it was all done in the name of the King they hope to coronate, threatening us with hysterics about crimes they committed themselves, stealing our names for it, including Roberto Clemente, and realizing that the frequencies of media are jammed right down to the brainwaves, I think you should mind.
Look up storychecksout.org and sign out from the double fantasy.
Best to you,
