This essay is about the insidious way that Gangster Role Models have been integrated into the American Congressional mode of Police State that is, while morally random, keeping up a Constitutional masquerade while allowing fascism to depopulate.  Accordingly, it addresses the issues of population control used in the lifetime’s of the elderly and the justifications for the current trend of gangster policy bulwarked by mountebanks.  The essence of their argument is that the population explosion is an inconvenient truth.  The double atomic graphic of HAIR was construed in secret privacy as a pun on HARE, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, in a gold strike plot by the Beatles mongering a Warhol substitution and rejection known as the Walrus Jimmy Creary, in whose memory bank they implanted, and then recalled, a burlesque adult reference to the Carousel Club style, being for the benefit of Mr. Kite, of course, to exploit the victims, taking the gold right out of my mouth in Iowa, then infecting it with a plaque agent.  The perpetrators used Pentagon Disney media to falsify historic events.  It makes a difference if you believe the people who started AIDS are Warhol cronies defending the victims, it really does.  Quite a different picture emerges when you realize that the slogan of child traffickers in Pittsburgh which was, “You think you’re better than us,” pertained to a plan for atomic ultimatum from the enemy within.

        The Trump in this stacked deck is Lennon.  He said that Elvis went to hell, presumably for not heeding his subtle cues to his flock of badly deluded cosmic faithful.  He went further with me.  He announced that I was the anti-Lennon, whose name must never be evoked because I am the spirit of Mark David Chapman, destroyer of all true measure of greater good.  It makes a difference when you realize Chapman was role playing bad cop / good cop being Lennon in a real world movie, which is why Penis Gabriel calls his NASA planet at Pentagon Disney Real Worlds.  It really does make a difference.  In the Lennon world you are stuck grasping at straws, while reading the Omens of Herr Ono.  The alternative is simple truth, as opposed to this claim of an inconvenient necessity to strike the set, reshuffle and start over after clean up time, a linkage renewal from the old Soviet-fascism pact, only meant, they say, in better faith.

        The attackers will never, of course, let you see behind the curtain.  Instead you will be indoctrinated that Elvis burned for the same raison that Pener Gabe forsook filming the grapefruit of the lamb, Black Sabbath refused to encore with Iron Man and Aerosmith never ate bleu cheese, laying echoes as one cats paw purrs.  Infinite to Swami 12 Nostra under shiemish sacredity.

        The Shiemish bites.  Like they lured me here for Covid by killing Donnie Chin and setting up a stage play of detectable clues falsely attributing it to Joe.  My, myuh, they attacked my namesake (nevermind the real reason why, for others with his name defending me against doknohu), mused the tower of pious rage wearing Uncle Sam’s captured hat, like the cat in the hat cats paw purred, they on and on’d taking revenge on Saoirse, joila~ a yojimbo double kill pretzel.

         See, the thing is, public education should have come before distribution of atom bombs.  War doesn’t really convenience things.  If by some aberration a Republican develops a conscience you might have him look over Buckminster Fuller and at least help Biden.  I don’t know why Biden didn’t arrest Gail Burstyn.  She helped Yoko Ono establish a legal claim as a symbol of her World War Two grudge.  Gideon checked out and left it no doubt to help with De De’s Green Deal, yeah yeah.