“Stupid soul!” towards him then began my Guide
“Keep to thy horn and vent thee with its sound
When rage or other passion shakes thy hide!”
The Inferno, Dante Canto XXX1, verse 70
My question to you is when you saw the title of this note did you immediately think, “Is schizophrenia a divine right for any total stranger to smear unwanted toxic paint on a schizophrenic’s face?” Or did you immediately think, “poor old Mac Crary is going to try to justify its dissertation?” Don’t answer, I already know your bias and that you don’t think it is one.
Without malice, police today carefully placed a scrimmage line in the issue of how I am to be regarded in my scholastic environment in light of a contest of wills concerning my dissertation. Administrative authorities over the Spring Break decided to have another go at learning a brother to keep its goddamn mouth shut which puts this piece at the line of structuralist demarcation, a schizophrenia diagnosis that deserves neither recognition nor contest because completely beside the point.
When a situation is very political you can I guess or you are supposed to assume the worst of people so when you are trusting you are considered an object lesson in naivete and when you are made to look very stupid you are said only to have yourself to blame, but at what ocean depth does this allow truly vicious and terrible hate crime? After all, when Monica Lewinsky came to light it wasn’t pretty but it didn’t involve child kidnapping.
Since we cannot get acquainted with this case without admitting that the Administration diverted away from the dark horror at issue by arranging a Semester-at-Sex set up on Mt. Desert Island, we are told instead to prettify this latter crime as Masterpiece Theater. Obviously, responsible statesmen would be requested to inquire about an AIDS testing entrapment operation known to have been planned in advance of the virus’ appearance as a political reality and that this operation traced conspicuously back to a character assassination that also was prior scripted. To cover for this bursting balloon the attackers claimed that the script only told the truth about me and that the war game was script fulfillment as though it was inappropriate and uncalled for of me to notice or comment upon the narrative from the society behind the text being impacted violently on my experience and name. So responsible statesmen just call it a psychiatrist conducting an experiment in troubled times, and judge the indecency of pornographic intent behind the surveillance as having been mutual. Nobody forced me to see it through, they leer, in order to get evidence of this foul play. Tripping up the operation was considered in bad taste.
The scriptwriter went to Bryn Mawr and wrote the saga as a defense for another girl who she then had introduced to me, through a partner at the Governor’s School. This second girl went to Swarthmore where another classmate of ours from the Governor’s School lampooned the situation with a sorority tee-shirt reading, “Would the dirty turkey who stole my dead dog please return it or replace it with a reasonable facsimile thereof,” freshman year of 1980. You are required to not see anything Gail Burstyn prophesied as slander so that her gang can win claiming she was psychic about me.
Gail Burstyn’s most provocative overlooked comment when it came to the profiler campaign they have run is also key guide to the political literature behind which we find powerful hands in partnership, names that appear in the script, like Ian Wattenmaker, a brain surgeon, and names that don’t but who have made their interest publicly known, like Pener Gabriel of Geffen Records who funded Obama. The Obama-Wattenmaker partnership is very delicate. Her comment reads, “Just because you are paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you.” So from scrimmage it was always a very heavy game for someone in childhood up against precise and aggressive military psychiatrists to whom the kid was and is just an ant. The killers, because that is what they are, inflicted and made good use of brain damage as an insurance policy. All of this, even if it were the only crime, would obviously be hard to admire as a government cover-up for a sick institution of learning.
Ironically, this dispute is easily resolved scientifically and ethically. We have the scientific evaluations that prove severe childhood beatings, for example. The facial nerve is badly injured. Severe physical suffering was obviously inflicted. The Administration dances around the logical conclusion that if I even really do have schizophrenia, which is meant as an insult in their book, that the terrible nerve damage from torture caused it, so they claim, what anyone can see, isn’t even there, and that no injury exists, precisely because it means injury, and if I am injured they can’t win because they are the perpetrators. It’s very simple arithmetic then politically for them then to just write lies on the medical tables.
The decision to commit this particularly sadistic crime was made by people who knew about the neurotrauma and knew that I did not know it was there, they attacked me in a pre-existing head injury to protect those who did it. They claim the right to have done this because they weren’t partners, but that makes them partners all the same, and there is evidence they are lying, they worked together all along. It makes perfect sense once you realize I am dealing with the criminally insane, and that they are maniacal ravagers. Yet Warhol, whose museum mafia made themselves despicably clear, holds all the aces in terms of political capital. They are invested, there is interest. They are engaged in a brutal, pro-Reagan showdown against my rights of free speech because I dared rock against him at Pitt News in my 20’s. Isn’t Seattle Liberalism higher. Unsurprisingly, so close to Klondike, Seattle Queer dacoits line up like trails in a hall of mirrors, endless lines of quisling myrmidons, hatchet men for the Warhol cover story, University of Washington graduates whose job descriptions mean nothing, and whose standard of ethics is null and void, they serve their celebrities and that is the end of the matter. They can murder police and get the survivors from the force to line up for autographs.
All of this to protect dopey Orwellian rhetoric dressed up as musical candy bars.
My life was destroyed at age 13 and when, 20 years later I tried to rebound the same murderers stripped me of all I had left, and lured me to a recovery cafe in Seattle where they surreptitiously slipped me a castrating agent, all the while they withheld their association with the persons who tortured me in Pittsburgh, and they knew that someday, after ten years of trying to trust them, they would let me have it by letting me know. Accordingly it is reasonable to ask what all this really means:
Chris Arnberg of Duquesne University and his associates are in a vendetta over my ex-fiance Rosa Monteleone, hired to humiliate me.
The Political machine of Rosa Clemente in Seattle is behind it.
Seattle Queers are much more interested in the money they can make legitimizing child mutilation pornography for Warhol Bank than performing their job descriptions faithfully.
Violence towards me is considered normal by the authorities although it is unprovoked.
