So long as Donald Trump and his Geffen-Obama machine believe they can win decisively by argument regarding the AIDS attack they are unlikely to assassinate me abruptly, because their whole point is to pull off a victory in argument for the faction of Yoko Ono and NY Media.   I will therefore proceed by argumentation structured to prevent their victory, which they have nearly secured by obscene fraud and thereby risk more terrible crime as a disabled senior citizen, (no infirmity has ever deterred them), in rendering our history one of balanced, objective opinion, substantiated by the facts, proving the obscene crime of the attack.  For now, they have prevented distribution of the material evidence. Their primary difficulty is that minority opinion is allowed in this country. Therefore they claim to be humoring me with the American Constitution. In counter-attacks they will say anything and enjoy the power of stakeholders in America who are black and do not want their children growing up learning about the deal Obama cut and their own acquiescence in the atrocity.

     One of the first points of history to clear up in light of the material evidence concerns Martin Luther King, since the craven greed attaching to the script derived in large measure from his murder being explained.   Trump will have you believe that his own voice is so potent that Martin Luther King himself would be flattered to be a trophy kill in the service of mass slaughter. Around this ugly view is the solid evidence that the NAACP cooperated in the plan.   Greed is very mangy sometimes. The murder of Martin Luther King, you may have read somewhere, was a compromise with Memphis Sanitation Workers. The symbolism of the script the Government has been hiding is forbidden knowledge.

    The script pertains to a parochial twisted tongue leer about King’s being killed among sanitation workers based on the lewd formulas of the British.   Sanitation is like sanitary napkins and the murder correlated to a debauch. The attackers, who know no moral law at all, abuse our language by pouting about abortion, knowing the sort of people who have learning and dignity also have qualms.  It is designed to prey upon those qualms like a leering wormtongue.   Whining with ecstasies of religious righteousness, the ghouls of the NAACP trot out their support for De De’s team of hookers set up to promote King’s death in promotion of his killers, lest a white be called a victim.    This twisted nature of the screw is known at Warhol as the will of Ono.

      The quid pro quo about the Sanitation Workers Union is seldom openly discussed.   King was murdered and in return Memphis got their Union. This was worked out again internationally when Mandela was freed and Obama was installationed in return for quiescence and lying on behalf of the AIDS assassins.  This gets more clever still as significant parts of Tacoma close ranks in the bank of solidarity with a faction invested in the criminal operation showing the most sadistic and vicious bias for violent criminals that Ono money can buy. You will have your socialist revolution, they quip, in return for normalizing the weapon by which it was attained, and the licky chops dance with the power to do right by the prisons, even as they sacrifice innocent people for the most loathsome imaginable authoritarians.  This note will scald you if you have a shred of humanity to you, because the ferocious killers are actually mobilizing demanding that I pay those who mutilated and defaced me by sarin-like poison by their own admission. To address this horror crime I have worked for years at the point of a gun and help never came.

      Before I waste my breath on the facts, I want to explain why the facts are inadmissible and always have been.  For one, no one stands to benefit in any way from the truth but me, unless you think the truth is valuable. Judgment is in the hands of the attackers who promoted themselves as judge and jury, while claiming to be the victims.   Ringo Starr laughed that British fascism was just in spite and fun, but their terribly frightening and insane actions have to be read in how they treated me because it is the same team not an intercept mission, a media team which they set up as the only place someone without a voice could turn to.  The NAACP was notorious for exploiting brain damage in advocacy for the war crime. Additionally, they loved to leer. While I don’t believe that ethnic choices in lovemaking and marriage are entirely off-limits in public discussion, the decision ultimately is a private one. The maturity level of the NAACP pulled their groins with scorn and malice, intellectualizing child rape as totem.  Supposedly this isn’t supposed to be truly and horribly pathetic in having been advocacy for Donald J. Trump.

      How dat work?  I’ll get on with the explain.   The mogul who silences the hum of mind at work trying to sort out syphilitic fraud is heavy over-ride:  Ringo Starr. You may get over the Snake River Canyon of Don Trump, but not even Evel Knieval can jump the Grand Canyon of Ringo Starr’s mailed fist, purring with outstretched diplomacy.   

      According to the murderer I siphoned gas from an automobile late at night with a thug named Gutendorf, expert lock picker, and lover of Leni the stahl.   This is a property crime they claim is the sum of all character, not theirs, but a boy they mutilated. They withhold these jokes of theirs as capital against rape and mayhem, maybe I should spend it back a little bit with names like Carrie Sylvester, Steve Tangney and Dr. David Broudy.   The problem is that facts are already inadmissible, so maybe I should head over to the corner of the kitchen that is locked from the inside in my attempt to escape their violent fiction. Outside that kitchen door are the facts. Oh, the attackers are licky chops with those facts, hoping to sell them right, for the agenda, but they don’t plan to open the door while the prisoner can escape.  They don’t plan to open the door at all until everyone else is locked in the kitchen, too, for doctored treats from fantasy island.

        So I will look at both sides, the locked door and the room in which the prisoner is locked.   Gutendorf siphoning gas and a mouth poison by Sound Mental Health out camping. Oh, you won’t say licky chops now dogeyes.   The truth is really simple enough. The murderers had tortured me. They made clear what they would do if I told on them. I refused to go along.  I collected what I could of what they had robbed and returned them to the people who were robbed. I went to police. It didn’t stop the gang at large, they tortured me very hideously and the worst part was the shattering fear.  I was an intellectual child. At the age I sat crying in the Principal’s Office pleading with bloody fingernails for my life, I reasoned that Einstein said time was on a curve and that meant I would come back and relive this life, which I didn’t ever want to do, it was too horrible.   The school didn’t call home when I disappeared in freezing weather for months, kidnapping crimes I relived in seizures homeless in Iowa, so violently evil to the mind that I didn’t even know it had happened, as Penis Gabriel toyed with it, showing he could throw me to the ground just by a rapid glance into my neuro-hypnotized sockets.   It was so deranged, that today, without meaning to, without meaning entirely everything implied, I actually said it was better that I came to Seattle, where I was mouth poisoned by my ex-lover’s murdering friends, where I was castrated, that it was better that I came here, that I was glad, than going back to Pittsburgh. It’s a hard thing to say that’s true, looking it all up and down.

        The agenda is perfectly obvious.  They planned to control the behavior of the child.  They used a neurological implant for robot purposes.  They tortured their victim into praising them for not killing him.  They manipulated me into joy at a stupid little midnight prank rather than be kidnapped and tortured again.   Ernest Hemingway once said that an old fisherman didn’t leave his tackle in the ship not because he didn’t trust his neighbors but because he didn’t want to hurt them with unnecessary temptation, he must have known the Francos and their sport of leaving out keys to see the devastated child now playing nice to those who decided he was ai’right after all, hoping not to be killed, being used as a formative years golem to represent nothing less than Adolf Hitler’s willing executioners, these fascist pigs came right out and said it, even though I thought I was the only victim, even though when I saw the complications of PITT full blast I hitchhiked thousands of miles looking for help.  No one knows what would have happened if the school had insisted on talking to both my parents when I disappeared. No one knows what would have happened if an adult had intervened when I was crying and pleading, hiding in my towel closet. We do know that a child cannot be expected to understand a post-dissertation that doctors continue to deny, that’s too much, but anyone can read the riddle of Pittsburgh and the Seattle licky chops. They never warned anybody. Don’t say that was white people and a long time ago because in their defense to this hour the Teacher’s Union gladly abused a victim of torture and cover it up as Black Psychology, proxyland from moxyland, warriors! Warriors!  Of Westmoreland County and their little queerbait voodoo doll, wandering how far they can push the non-violence until it explodes, having never had a moment’s respect or consideration for non-violence on their sweetest night’s sleep, and they growl even now having never even answered Baristagate in Storycheckout.org. Nor is they gonna. They knows pick, myuh.

http://www.storychecksout.org/jefferson-dixon-gallery

        Justin Chang probably thought of the idea of scripting it over the head of Jimmy Creary, because Steven Langer, the smartest kid in the school, admired him to no end.   They used the name Justin Chang for Justice in Change, the quid pro quo of killing King in return for the Sanitation Workers Union, the quid pro quo of accepting AIDS in return for Obama and the abolition of apartheid, but truth be told the murder of Shannon Harps proves the lie in the media, because that is the expression of Ringo Starr’s ferocious evil and his hand in the murder of King, you can’t deny it AND look at the evidence, those propositions are mutually exclusive, just keep chanting, “Hare Krishna, only traitors say Lennon corrupted the morals of minors.”

       A girl wore a shirt at school today, “I’m willing to die.”  The proper answer by authorities is we aren’t willing to let you die.   The message isn’t what it says, the message is a projection, we’re willing to kill you, rather than let the children hear what we did.  Pittsburgh’s hysterical property rape extravaganza wildly over-collected for sins they don’t even dare allow represented by facts. They mailed their fist in language over my head to get even for Draft exemptions by the intellectual class.   Most of the Police stylize their compromises, lord don’t say maliciously, to fall short of rising to the situation. They would rather intellectualize with the guilty. The induction is obviously conscribed. The solidarity movement that advocates for brutal child molesters is in fact not advocates for the victims of society, they are advocates for an agenda of aftermath collaboration, they are advocates for an agenda uploaded by the attackers themselves, a status quo of survivors going along in all mendacity and calling themselves social welfare, a lewd kismet of child pornographers from Warhol.   They have a showboat built by Lennon’s scene with Pentagon Disney of wonderland wasps hellbent on dislocating the values of the United States by any mean licky chops.