The fact that Dia Galas was involved in the 911 as anybody can see from this picture http://doubleillusionblog.wordpress.com and its context proves that Lennon faked his death as hidden showman of the big picture designed by those who used Kennedy for the performance value of his execution. FCC circuitry was paramount. Politicians and their institutional egos are nice but our first responsibility, and theirs, is to the law of the land. To safeguard the press I feel it is a reasonable expectation to regard both sides, and not just advance a suspicious doctrine. The rock industry had a band called The Tubes who on their first album made a stink with their piping about a foolproof plan and an airtight alibi. Reasonable suspicion, in light of Andrea Swimmer’s agency with NEVA Corporation and Warhol, working with Mary Ellen Tunney, a friend of Amilda Tuttle who gave me Warhol’s phone number, which I actually called (note: the phone scene in The Doors), should attach to their use of Jimmy in Boy Crazy and the reiteration lines in Zappa’s Broadway the Hard Way.
It is certainly reasonable to wish they hadn’t done this, but also imperative to recognize that they did. These are organized beatlemaniacs hyped with their sale of hate, caustic about their use of the medium of AIDS to celebrate their fanaticism by injuring our society irreparably. It is clear that the Fed is convinced letting outsiders litanize that City of Pgh. had the right to torture a child in sex experimentation (X-ample, GB) as part of an NAACP program of AIDS mayhem over issues of ownership of illegal homework, a poaching of an ivory child predicated on emotional redress by voodoo for ancestral reparation. The evidence helps ascertain how they got away with it, so does identifying key aspects of the post-doctoral council of minds a damaged and badly frightened child was punished for not understanding.
Martin Sheen, Cornel West and Gail Burstyn put their heads together and decided that the great chain of being needed a contamination guru. They voided the common ground of public spaces. The idea of Imperial Sanitation, matched with how-you-gonna-stop-us anthraxers was said to be the ascendants of Lennon disciplecraeft by Mellon Bank who disappeardo’ed the: Are You Gonna Eat Dat coverboard to one of their publications so that it can’t be introduced here as evidence.
Although Donald Trump is wrong about the treatment of accused traitors in the old days, J. Edgar Hoover, in fact, reported expelled Ian Fleming from his office for killing an American without trial he said was snitching on British Intelligence, there is a folkways lobby that thrives on spreading and facilitating malicious rumors, as witness Penis Gabriel’s album Thfo. Leslie Katz, a valedictorian from Kyra Schon’s girls school Westinghouse’s rival Ellis, virtually beamed down from MisterRogers with the laugh on her lips, “Spock, help me Spock, Spock, help me, Spock!” This was a taunt from a Hollywood owned and directed by King Edward’s Germany.
Gabriel played like Mt. Desert Island was all stage and props, which allowed them to crow nothing is real and 911 was your imagination, to say whatever they wanted was a bitter affront or mere stage fright and sell it to the brain damaged with media intuition prompts. One of those ideas was that we were beaten before we began, while backrooming the sigh that population didn’t hafta get this big if’n human technical progress had begun in Ancient Greece, but John Seitz’ joke to me in the mid-80’s while he was in the Peace Corps is revealing with finality. I was arguing to utilize Pitt’s Cray-6 and emergency technology to get medical information at once to Africa, meanwhile, the backblade was setting up Eugenic Pussyball for the Obamaneggers at NEVA, led by Leni’s stahl and Schugar Bear for Edward’s Duzzledorf. Haley reports that Malcolm saw providence in an encounter with a man’s name.
The script itself was a licensing agreement, noodled onto cars by Ford Nazis notoriously bi-racial in the eugenic union. Seitz sent me, specifically me, a picture of aborigines holding a laptop. He had heard as early as 1983 from me how passionately I thought we should be making haste to help them before it was too late.
Instead, rowdy Ringo, said we’ll poacher an ivory stand in for their recreational amuse. Once again, just like JFK, the women rathered Dan Rather, and Woody sent in an oddball woodpecker from Nexus to crow he didn’t like my laugh. Woody Allen’s Ian Fleming joke in Casino Royale of 1964 was about a Noah Virus. Jackie Kennedy, like Rosa, was just on loan to the, shall we say, performer. God knows, after all, why shouldn’t the Graham FBI with their sidekick Sparky? They admire themselves just for getting this done just as much as they say they do in secret over the brainbeam.
