In the 1980’s I resigned a Medical Library Clerk position to investigate campus mobilization about AIDS that seemed suspicious activity.  At the time, Peter Gabriel had begun writing to me, apparently through a lawyer from Warhol Foundation named Amanda Harcourt who was his partner on his record that I stumbled into by writing to them in capacity of their claim to be with Amnesty International, and by visiting their friend Robert Fripp at the Gurdjieff Society.  During this spell, Fox media employee, David Lucarelli, is said to have taken letters by Gail Burstyn from my dining room to their attention. All the evidence shows this manipulation was planned. A friend of Warhol’s, Amilda Tuttle, had given me his phone number shortly after the letters arrived.

      It is important to understand that what I did was very honest.   It puts the viciousness of the claim that I wasn’t being honest in a more plausible light.   While I sympathize with the request made of me to make my delivery more readable, careful and smooth, my health is fairly genuinely failing.   This fact focuses a set of readings and attacks that pose as strict argument pushed by authorities who have somehow muzzled every friend I have by claiming my health was subject to justified punishment.   I will contend that believing these authorities are actively engaged in a purposeful and comprehensible review is a misreading. To do this, I will show how specifically this fact can be derived from the substance of what they find so convincing.    In other words this note isn’t rhetorical, it is detailed with accurate address, facts and substance that can be referenced by recourse to legal evidence.

         This note contains a lot and yet not a lot.   I propose its length to be reasonable as an effort to make it thorough.    I don’t want it to take a long time because I have been getting vertigo. My insulin dependence may be partly responsible, but that was not entirely natural of cause, and when you look at the closing circle of images that are immediate to your mind in this bondage, the murder of the disgraceful Jay Epstein in his cell, rightly understood to be a clever tactic to build sympathy for Nazi methods going into 2020, and the death of Saoirse Kennedy by what is certifiable and shown in cause to be foul play, noting that I am lewdly regarded in Pittsburgh circles justifying Peter Gabriel as a contemptible person by those who manufactured this tragedy, while targetted by the assassins of the Kennedys, an idea that many dispute, you also know that any letter I manage to squeeze out is the fruit of endurance in the face of disaster.  Epstein and Saoirse create this existential dualism that UW enjoys playing as an ideological game of cat and mouse about the issues the authorities are forbidding being discussed for fear of comprehension developing. Police apparently don’t know what to do.

       Let me lighten this up a little, since hospital tests are pending, I am in a position to rest on vacation, and have only a few more classes, important ones, Japanese, Pre-Calc and Botany this Fall and that is something a few elds like me have expressed envy regarding.   I like to pretend that Master left me her Graduation card among the farewell poetry books to show she cared. The study of Botany puts me in a position to help Jay Inslee, admittedly against the Lederer Effect whereby anyone I endorse suffers opprobrium, not least because of my Criminology background at my former school.   Due to the fact that the Industrial Revolution and Fossil Fuel Industries became, not by nature, but twist of fate, a fascist enterprise, just look at Henry Ford’s fond relations with Hitler, and we find a symbiotic relationship between Law Enforcement and Fossil Fuel Industry, not necessarily intentional. Obviously, Inslee is up against ridicule if he faces Trump.  Oh, how Aquarian, Trump will roar like a good old boy. Good emergency measures will take facing down private armies.

         This letter now turns to the darker face of things you have a right to expect from me, knowing that saving the planet is not my precinct.   I’m concerned about falsification. Without the facts the rest is too improper to credit. Martha Gellhorn once said that men had no right to end the planet, no matter what.   We must be patient in injustice rather than allow such total disaster. While I agree with her, I don’t think this means lying. I don’t believe she did either, although I think she stalled.   Her letter to me is important because of the role it serves in building a bridge to allowing you to comprehend this inelegant misfortune of battlefield for the right to know. Her bridge is not enough but it is there to demonstrate the wish that it was enough.  She knew her role was tragic and committed suicide on the day of proof about that fact. Yes, I will explain.

        Some of the issues I propose to address I know are near and dear to your heart, ending racism being foremost.   I also know that you too have questioned the Cold War and Red Scare. If you know the name Allen Dulles, you understand his permanent importance in how we look back at the death of Kennedy, if you don’t I will quickly sum that up without mention of JFK at all.   I know you care about public health, public safety, right to know laws, and saving the earth for the children. I won’t say or do anything to contradict that message of Our Commonwealth and pursuit of civil peace. I know you feel that our society has made some enemies of those who would be our friends if we were wiser, and that we have shortchanged representation in our book about those who have suffered more than we have with the same goals.   Lastly, I know you are not entirely unaware of the issue I raised as a question regarding what has gone wrong in our society’s relations with me. I propose to end some confusion on that point. I think you will agree if I stick to that and keep those promises, this letter will be an improvement and a welcome experience to re-read again. It’s no secret that I wish you would share this.

          This letter is the career difference in a deaf man’s poverty between social responsibility and a meaningful life.   Perhaps in what I say here you will find something to help you uplift impressions about me from the intense and driven mania of the authorities to do humiliation on me.    The tastelessness of what the Japanese call, with sincere appreciation for the form, I-writing, in a piece about ethics is the last topic I can allow ignored under the circumstances.  Central to the claim by Britain that I should die earning credibility, seconded and pronounced as doom by UW Sociology, is the attending concept that we must, as people, discard entirely all concern for vivisection upon children, as though there are no grounds at all Constitutionally to safeguard against such unbelievable crime.   What the British have done, essentially, with their enthusiasts in America, have strangled our media, minority view and dissent regarding their hostile violation of our Civil Rights demanding that we Americanize and adopt their scorn, negating concern about vivisection on human children as special pleading. Forgive me, I don’t buy it.  I should be speaking up for you in speaking up for myself.

           However the ravenous authoritarians behind this game do not stop there.  They have a legal reasoning that manages to be both homicidal and evasive.   One of my associates where I am in recovery regarded as shaky something I said that he understood perfectly.  I told him that he shouldn’t regard as shaky something he understood clearly. We came to a consensus that it does in fact strain belief sometimes what people are capable of.  Racism was the subject. All of us are of a mind that racism must stop. We put our hearts into it. We teach the inequities. I presented that Saoirse was targeted as a symbol of white privilege.  This seems shaky in part because of the reflexive idea that I mean to suggest someone black was behind it. That isn’t clearly the case at all. What I am saying however is that someone may have exploited the pre-existing and long cultivated cheering section that exists in America along those lines, exploiting an opportunity to misinterpret what we all think is right, a sort of game of violence research into the double standard of feedback systems.  If you knew UW like I do, you would realize how real that prospect is. It may even explain it. How could that be the case if the perpetrators were Asian, not black? Because conflicting motives make good camouflage. I believe we are looking at the assassination of another Kennedy by the AIDS attackers who want to dictate terms.

         Since that is the cause of so much disdain towards me, I returned to school to become an Honors Student, and this part of my letter could be credited and heard at school.   It concerns Allen Dulles. The reason I grew up informed about some of these matters is that my father was in the WW2 Navy, Bush’s ship, and met Eisenhower when they were at Teachers College together, in Columbia.   My father was a genial man who told me about the war, explained many issues while I was young, and who told me about the death of JFK, who I adored, the day it happened. I’m not selling my father, just explaining why I know some things about all this.   Allen Dulles was a close advisor to Eisenhower. Kennedy trusted him far less. Kennedy in that way was the wiser and even the New York Times, who are notoriously cagey about JFK’s death, and who instigated the suspicious circumstances behind Saoirse’s death, have a writer who admits Allen Dulles was almost certainly the ringmaster of the double cross in Dealey Plaza, but I did promise not to make that the centerpiece of material about Dulles I think needs to be reviewed.

        John Foster Dulles and Allen, his brother, are widely understood to have been major players in the Cold War.   John Dulles intervened at the Tokyo War Crimes Trials for the notorious war criminals Unit 731 and liberated them in return for the biological weapon secret.   Meanwhile, Allen Dulles, helping old German cronies at Nuremberg Trials, putting them in chateaus and getting them safe passage and new identities, also put the Biblicist Cecil B. DeMille in charge of the CIA’s Radio Free Europe.  Meanwhile, Errol Flynn, a known Nazi double agent working with Reagan who had met secretly with Hitler helped put into play what I now think we can conclude happened. Orsen Welles had also met with Hitler, if what he says is true, in Vienna during the burial of Gali Raubal whose name I suspect inspired Gail Burstyn, the true author of the letters for I was secretly put on the road to wrongful death.   Welles knew that American media could be completely off track and still play games with people’s belief systems. It’s a fact of his history, which, while exaggerated, is notorious. One of his associates was Josef Goebbels, the propaganda minister for Nazi Germany.   

       With the Boris Karloff style story of Lee Harvey Oswald’s yarn, we got a war on reporters with the Warren Report which sold total fantasy, in my opinion, and this was an encouraging sign that the Double Fantasy plan would work.   Lennon was told his job would be to use a sort of spotlight technique, the illegal sort that freezes deer in their tracks, making a generation frenzied with peace dreams by plying us with tinkerbell songs. Meanwhile Paul burden bearer McCartney would organize the volunteers in the mission of love and lawyers would be in place to pronounce on sick leave.   When Lennon cheated the hangman, he hung up on all his promotion of drugs and was out of the way for the backlash.

        What London still does, in picking off Kennedys and cheering, is an announcement as Holy Writ what Pener Gabriel did to me on SO, conniving it as an extension of Lennon’s Papacy in rock.   The specifics of how they operated are very important from the dimension of legal logistics they claim rank high in their methods. The root of their formula can be read in the similarity between the words colonization and colorization.   Gabriel claimed that the letters were not proof but could be used to render a scenario about the situation and Martha Gellhorn apparently gave her consent, but with the caveat that people know she was certifying the letter of truth that Gabriel is hiding.  She evidently feared calamity, such that while I argued no good would come from stalling, she went with the Beatles. The Beatles are considered clean in the matter, but in reality they are the getaway pilots for the guilty.  

      To see this is not an impossible knot isn’t impossible.   The letter I opened on the day Gellhorn later committed suicide was unopened when I tried to get it before the judges in Pittsburgh and thus proof of what I contended.  I had fought physically with a vicious Gail Burstyn to prevent it being opened years before. I don’t know why. Something was weird. Ringo Starr made out that it was magically protected property of the British and that by opening it I violated the sublime.   I had witnesses there and you would think establishing that fact would be very important under the circumstances. While they were instigating the One Penny Union Decree to which they slasher murdered the innocent bystander Shannon Harps in Seattle outside the facility where I had dangerously taken refuge for trauma care, in other words while they were vowing that McCartney money was sacred, I was subverting their failure to warn.

         Gabriel’s infallibility and Holy Writ announces also not only that Gail Burstyn was innocent but I am not, but also lies about what they did on Mt. Desert Island.  Further it all depends on a nerve agent poison they knew was there and knew I didn’t which they used for their sophomoric, pointless, sordid, libelous, metanarrative, spouted loudly on that record of Gabriel’s.   In the name of a term that a friend of Mary Anne Steiner at Bard College taught me, noblesse oblige, which I guess means moral obligation, they threw a latch over what really happened and called me for-Biden to escape.   Gabriel sought to throw the whole operation into the realm of Archaeology for which Britain had long prepared. The reality is that the Community Police action they claimed was a response to the AIDS disaster was in reality the same mission as the taking of hostages in Iran.  Foucault set up the deal. That is why entrapment is illegal, it is the overthrow of our values. The logic was clear in 1984 when Gabriel began lying to me. They had poisoned and tortured me, smeared me as a liberal, raised me through the 60’s, presented me with the 80’s and so blood testing was logically next.  This wasn’t art, how could it be? Gabriel wanted everyone to play dumb.

     The circumstance with Lennon was planned.  It is their alibi in show business for denying it was show business by saying it was show business.  While not everything that is difficult to explain is suspicious, that one certainly is. Even by their explanation, what they did to me was outrageously exploitative and malicious.   To believe it requires disbelieving statements I have made under oath before State Police lie detector officers and stress evaluators. Even their explanation was an outrageous attempt to humiliate a victim of torture with sex tapes to justify a testing war game planned in advance.  Because we are all so determined to end racism, we accept being re-educated about for example the white child images on Houses of the Holy by Led Zeppelin with correctness and disdain, failing to see that this conditioned response confuses us about the prospect of a game being played on those sensibilities by Nazi multicultural eugenic formula agents.  In other words, an Ark. It is I think no idle irony that the song that contains their warning, from 1969, played for me by a neurosurgeon before I was as a child: Death Seed/paranoia/poison also gloats texturally oh, what a goose I am (O0-bom-uh).