I know what I am up against and can explain, even navigate through the mind-blocks and hurdles.   In other words, I’m good at what a reporter and intellectual goes to college to be trained at being good at, which is objective fact, presentation, concern for peer-review practices, and open to discussion.   By contrast investigative agencies are also good at what they are trained to practice: disruption by abstraction, obscure attacks, protection of powerful interests, media control and circulation of the usual slanders.  Violence, torture, dismemberment is by no means beyond them. To pad their wallet, they have prominent rock stars to bait out cooperation by sneering the case to be an exception. I’m sure you’ll understand if I prefer to concentrate on what I am good at, since that other business isn’t my precinct.

       I will say this for the Bureau of Homeland Agency, they know how to clog things up so as to make it impossible to bear to even think about simple, easy arithmetical verifiable fact if they feel called upon to use hypnosis to cause headaches anytime a dissident person says 2 + 2 = 4.   It’s sort of practice therapy for them to do it, jam up the frequencies and make people think they must be stupid if they can add and subtract.

      Bet you think I can’t back that up.

      It helps me to think of the arrangement I have learned about as a shell surrounding an inner, functioning mechanism.   Logically, you might imagine that the Bureau of Homeland Agency could, in theory, separate the two, so that shell and inner, functioning mechanism could be separated for review.  Unfortunately, my investigation proves that is impossible and that is why there has been this crime wave from on high. So I will explain the shell and then explain the inner, functioning mechanism, so that you can ask, in bewilderment, malice or despair, depending on what sort of person you are, why didn’t the Bureau of Homeland Agency separate these issues immediately from the point of departure they announce to be their secret arrival at evidence for wrongdoing?  If you can’t answer, I can try to help you, but they are sure to get there first.

        The outer shell is also known as high-profile or as the celebrity super-state.   The inner, functioning mechanism is also known as the content of one’s character or as personal behavior.  One is them, the other is me. At first, you might think this is going nowhere because you will assume that is exactly what they did separate, but slow down, not only didn’t they but I will show you why they can’t.    The outer shell is the shooting of Reagan and the death scene of John Lennon, and the inner, functioning mechanism is that I was present in D.C. at the first act, and how they attempt to assign blame to me for the second.  All of Hollywood tilts in the balance.

        I said that 2 + 2 = 4.   It isn’t much more complicated.  Before I learned about the Lennon script at Warhol, I followed a trap to Mt. Desert Island in 1988 from my Medical Library Clerk position in 1984 where I saw the early reports about AIDS, and was challenged by Geffen, Obama and Peter Gabriel with misrepresenting an Emergency Response as plan for mandatory testing.   This challenge was met from two directions: one Martha Gellhorn wrote to me, somewhat supportively and very alarmed, when I retired to Montana to write about what I had witnessed, the other was a vulgar delay by Peter Gabriel and Geffen intended to lure me back to Pittsburgh for me to find out what the letters were which, typical of them, lay in wait.   They muddied the tracks, and tried to destroy some of the evidence. All the while they focused on the inner, functioning mechanism, which was touted as a review of my personal behavior. Strategically, they had implanted as then unknown to me neuro-plastic brain trauma, which they later detonated.

       I don’t know if any of you have dated and broken up.  It isn’t my practice to ask those sorts of questions. As a matter of respect and self-respect I don’t follow up on the women who have used me and broke up with me, often leaving because my being deaf is too great of a hardship.  Naturally, for their own reputations, they have to give another explanation. Geffen and Warhol were eager to pin me on demands for personal disclosure of a sort they used for diversion and sadistic recreation, covering for their entrapment operation.  It was, after all, a sexually violent attack by their femme Nikitas, or armed attack prostitution from the pornography estate. At issue was whether I was really attacked and taken hostage as a child (the fact) or out having fun as Rusted Root claimed with working with Fox Studios ransacking my house for the script that Warhol had planted, this shows in partnership with Trump and Reagan.  My father, being Bush’s radio room Lieutenant in the Pacific War, is still presumed to have been innocent and targeted to show how up close hand to hand combat can be, even after Hiroshima. My point is clear, the issue began to be an open conflict about Mt. Desert Island, the evidence of pre-meditation which is in my casework, and their claim to having set up a sexual escapades Theme Park about AIDS.   

       The issue of Mt. Desert Island is at the heart of why the Bureau of Homeland Agency cannot wrest the topic of Reagan and Lennon from the inner, functioning mechanism of the crime.   Reagan’s attorneys for Mt. Desert Island had me in D.C. for the Federal Emergency Management Agency and certifiable authorities from no less an office than Pentagon-Disney, a circle including a namesake of Adm. Michael Mullin at Mellon who introduced me to the voice for Mulan and Oliver Stone.  Reagan came out and waved to me the night before. His attorney’s brochure reads, “there is no such thing as objective reality only what the jury believes.” This has the ring of Double Fantasy. 2 + 2 = 4.

       The Bureau of Homeland Agency just about can’t hack.

       The fact that a lot is at stake is found in the script, a foundation behind the assassination of JFK leading to a social movement led by Donald J. Trump that set up the narco-fascist Green Party in places like Seattle to process the mindset of the affected in the AIDS attack by soothsay concerning John Lennon led by their allies in Warhol and King Crimson, a plan that left my father dead, me dismembered, ghoulishly subject to a series of poison crimes targeting the brain, and the deaf woman who taught me sign language punishment raped.  No man likes to advertise being semi-castrated by medical violence. The source disproves the cover story of race war. The Ark they built is written in cement.

        So now that the 2 + 2 = 4 and nobody better say so about the Emperor’s New Clothes, is established about the outer shell, let’s go into University of Washington funhouse and observe how the inner-functioning mechanism unfolds for the parochial cackler.

        For one, the NAACP and Obama positioned themselves as Conquerors by seducing me with a woman from India who didn’t disclose what she later said was just a marriage of convenience.  Bobby Seale and Temple University called this a declaration of race sex war over Midori Goto, the instigator about whom the script was written. This shows that the AIDS attack was clocked to Two Virgins Pussyball and that Obama was Bush’s Ben Carson, lisping angrily that the Jimmuh Queebait should die.   They agree with themselves.

      The script says an object of trafficking, after attacks, “gets bad headaches but behaves better now.”  They don’t allow that this is the function of the nerve implant because the Green Party and UW requires a white sacrifice for cosmetic purposes.   They claim that they are ferreting out some sort of original sin by any means of interrogation necessary even torture for refusing to comply with their shameful dishonesty and attack on our dignities as a nation.   AIDS was resisted by a pre-arranged lobby called Come Out, completely ignoring the overtone which is the phrase, “come out with your hands up,” with the understated or we will burn you out. Naturally, the hatred behind the initial attack was orchestrated to force the target group right into the hands of Zappa and Warhol, in pre-written protest and long-term acceptance.  Gabriel, who leered of “making puns that made people wince,” had Braunstein’s confederate Donald Ostro raping my mind in queer pedophile sales while calling his mission, “Little Big” time to index to Native American whoop and holler and the size of Ostro’s ostracizing, know what I mean? While his bedmates took a solemn vow on poor little Jimmy queebait’s head.

        College students can’t even write a paper of normal references about it.  Penis Gabriel knew in the early 80’s when he contacted me for his record about “tugging at the papers from drawers with slide smooth.”  He knew all about the script, with much intensity, having helped write it in the first place.

      The British told Rosa Rosa to march right on over and have sex with me, much to the same Greek effect that Ian Fleming and Allen Dulles put Jacqueline Onassis in Kennedy’s bed to kill him and undermine the moral authority of The United States of America for her friends in Europe and Argentina.  The Beatles were led under the name of Lord MacCartney who was an ambassador over the Opium Wars when Britain lost the colonies. They had a drug spree on they mind.