Of course it causes terrible anxiety to know you are being stalked and marked after lawfully advising witnesses about crime due to domestic terrorism operating quasi-administratively in government.   It’s not just the United States, the plight of those who testify is understood across the board politically. Many of our sad illegal immigrants are running in the hopes of finding a place where they are not in fear constantly for having a mind of their own.  One of the saddest developments in my lifetime has been murder for testifying against Amnesty International. But in one ways at least this situation is very constructive. By attempting to make it illegal to tell the truth to our commonwealth the murderers in state have illustriously laid bare in no uncertain terms what they are forbidding being known.   The traitors are very vigorous and urgent about that work detail.   The fact that the government can and does threaten an innocent person they subjected to terrorism, mutilation and torture while raping and murdering bystanders (particularly if they intervened) weighs in heavily as evidence of surreal and berserk litanies underwriting inhuman and criminal statecraft.    The language is kept away from what people can identify for human, so the wall of sound that announces disbelief is deafening. Given that fact, the inadmissibility of evidence becomes a pedestrian affair.

      Though it is very terrible knowing what they got away with, it is, for me, rendered a little bit less terrible when you are able to apprehend the gizmo.  For example, it was very contrite of English wizard room warriors in Genesis to snicker that although in the 60’s it was considered tasteful for contemporary musicians to side with social activism against the war, they had a nice little foil in the idea that they didn’t like Reagan UNTIL Jimmy Creary came along, then they had a wedge to cash in on Reagan’s popularity by conferring upon themselves the status of perverse protectors of Lennon’s spirit from those who double-crossed them both, Reagan and Lennon, now united in a holy spirit they called “Casper”, in the case of the quah-thing they deigned themselves superior sophomores by cabinet observation of Manchurian characteristics like obsession and envy in the ludicrous adjutant.   Penis Gabriel was playing all credulous while mouthing off about amusement parks of the darkest fears, which not only allowed him to sell the AIDS war game on Mt. Desert Island as a theme park, complete with real world multi-million dollar lab arsons, but say “turn it around” for the perpetrators with a 911 omojinary attack replete with the fear ride of anthrax. Not to be naysaid, (Penis) Gabriel logicked on and on that Jimmy Creary was so afraid of Reagan that as Reagan’s friend he was just about obliged to do mutilation and associated rape upon poor Jimmuh queebait. That’s a plan, said the Trump fanatics of Ringo Starr.

       Although the Federal system has this built in flaw clause that allows the notion that the AIDS attack was too horrible to sanction, it lifts up every voice to sing that Reagan and Lennon were symbolically appointed the doves of peace who raised their hands spiritually and majestically to say the plan was too beautiful to waste, the terrible violence of their maniacs and minions does in fact show that even with their license to kill, attack the United States and defend those who authored the nightmare, that UW intellectuals, the NAACP, and the various other types who shrug off accomplice by telling people if they want to hear that side to google me, actually do not want people to be empowered to think through the attending dissertations is one of the motivating factors behind their endless spirals of tyrannical cruelty.  They do realize that intellectually identifying the foundation of their discourse can harm them. They’ve said they will talk about it after I’m dead, they might want to reconsider, since they will be around, having done acts of wrongful death pursuit, for some time after I’m not.

          As a result of this affair, it seems useful for me to delineate, if that’s a word in your vocabulary, the foundation of their discourse, not maliciously, since I’m not trying to unsettle them in their lounge of high mind, just in the straightforward sense that it might free someone’s psyche from the eel steel of their sadistic hostage-taking.   The psychopaths behind this insanity, at Warhol mostly, do not fear that their hostage can talk his way out of their squeeze. That’s not really the point. They know they can kill at will with impunity. What they don’t like is the idea that people would be empowered not to vaporize psychologically when presented with evidence for the idea that Lennon and Reagan staged the attacks on themselves as an alibi in abomination, to gain tacit approval for something faint hearts would disdain.

         Certain aspects of dis-empowering the murderers are painfully simple.   For example, the cornucopia of treason, defamation, hate crime spree, deranged sadism amok in Seattle that Yoko Ono simply crooked her finger to secure, this loathsome Green Party thing that threatens to become a goblin devouring the Green New Deal (which I support), all of that comes unravelled when you simply see the fact in print (which The Seattle Times will never allow) that counter-profiling is a crime of foreign instigation.   The 60’s were a show put on by fiends.   The Syphilitarianism of their intellectual death squad was perhaps inevitable.   

       Although it unsettled me today that no one in my bank had heard of or knew what I was talking about when I asked for a Kennedy half, it did instruct me that long memories can actually do a lot of harm.  It’s one of the reasons I oppose reparations. For one thing, Black performance during the AIDS attack isn’t reputable, for another, if slavery is going to be compensated, I would have to be compensated, and even though they weren’t actual victims and I am an actual victim, they wouldn’t grasp any of the reasoning necessary to understand what I am saying, it would drive them into loops of self-hypnotic reverie, and be like throwing a loaded revolver into a campfire during a Three Stooges movie.

       It’s clear enough that Martin Sheen was in on what Tony Cervi did in force feeding me a nerve agent and has sold the Kennedy people on the idea that they should support de-humanizing the right of a person who is liberal to profit from their own hard work.   I have never disliked being poor and have many times found compatriots who were poor, a philosophical base of Western knowledge the ancients understood, peace and brotherhood in the common man, but I think there is a predator system at work in making rivals out of voluntary poverty mandating self-immolation for the entertainment of priests.  This psychotic curve kept us in the dark about the attack while promoting double suicide, blood oaths and mass death orgies as gruesome and Jonestown while by the way was Axis marked in chronology to the Twinkie death of Harvey Milk. Sheen showed up to keep it quiet with promises of Warner Brothers contracts for the hoodies.

      The assassins have gotten a lot down, seething with evil and unbelievable hatred from the ravenous pseudo-soul of Moonunit Zappa.   They announce a super-cult of symbols beyond the wildest dreams of the Unibomber, cutting down stereotype pawns of innocence representing the liberation of the truly guilty in that ethnic class.  It is illegal to stand up to these fiends. They will say you are framing the Gipper. Lewis Lapham, one of their snickering, CIA tools laughed that the forgeries were priceless if they can be legally appropriated.  Only the truly guilty need apply.   

     Barry Chad used to write to Akira Kurosawa, got his autograph, who was wisened to Thos. Gordon’s hum about the real devastation that could be visited on an enemy by heart rending desertion.  He had several films featuring such broken men, an idea central to the script that they claimed a right of execution to do way back when they were planning. Nothing makes Pittsburgh groon with heavenly sacred insight like King Crimson’s whammy on Jimmy quee.