Let no one who reads this again deny they have been duly advised that those obstructing progress towards AIDS Nuremberg are those in a control tower masquerading as defending the interest of victims.
The politics of the South African Secret Service (lionized in the cyberpunk novel Moxyland) in the AIDS attack of the 1980’s while clearly from the clever head of Trump, ingeniously targeted the logo of = {American white sheltered privilege, so perceived} which they jibbered to be liberal hypocrites, offering this cornpone as soothsay for the pornography church sifting through our mail. A totemesque was provided graciously by the white killers among them, none other than a deaf, unsuspecting weakling who thusly and remorselessly they set upon for an Aztek style sacrifice from a gang at WQED called Artek. So brazen. Lewdly, they coagulate with their gnashing vizdum, spouting the prophet Cornel West, leaning ghouls close threatening licks. Among those gratified by the resonance and amplification to their egos provided by loudly blaming someone who knew nothing about it is Al Sharpy baby.
On Dec. 8, 1863, Abe Lincoln offered a full oath pardon to Confederates in return for loyalty to the Union in their plan of Reconstruction. Also on Dec. 8th, Al Sharpy baby took full oath to matters of gold and office in the totality of the blackout surrounding AIDS. Catholic Worker chimed in about the unspeakable, by which they meant an occulting motion: Thou Shalt Not Snitch. Thus the brutality of a kinder, gentler Confederacy was born where even sissies would learn to hate thissies.
In COD, Frank Herbert gave away with game with the dialogue, “one of us had to do it, and he was always the stronger of the two.”
The Imagined Community of the Wronged, uploaded from Hollywood Media to the tune of double fantasy by Trump’s wise men and brethren, Spike Ole Lee, had a new weapon of killuz, gruesome and delightful to the tong, bio-terror, and those who winced were tryna get away.
The mind of Noam Chomsky had effectively withheld the fact that Black attaches were in the control tower of plotting and planning all along, like the ransom maniacs above and lording over Truman Show. Obama, of course, was the most grateful creation of Trump’s Green Party, beknighted and above reproach in Operation Dat Jess How It Is, hallowed brainstorm of the Elders.
Creating a wild child, counter-pygmalion, to bedlam, and barely half way back, the British conjured the Green bloodthirst as a taliban to ward against criticism for failure to warn, lisping: Let There Be Feud!
