Letter to the University of Missouri
“The surveillance was complete...the questioning began again with a new interrogator.”
From Gulag to Killing Fields
Paul Hollander
The problem with having been given a whisper reputation by the University of Pittsburgh is overwhelming me in old age and infirmity. I am deaf, with neurotrauma and diabetes. Additionally the shock is permanent. I don’t want to feed the insatiable informant mentality but yes I’ve had a psychiatrist for several decades. I am also an elder Honors pupil in Tacoma Community College, gifted in research.
Covering for a mutilationist horror crime of the most Mansonesque, holocaust hostage variety, the murderers, now circling the children in my family after their murder of Saoirse Kennedy, attacked me through brutal intimacy with a deepfake agent who pretended she loved me, named Rosa, purposefully hired as an index to Rosa Clemente. The cell-informant style of White House betrayers of JFK is everywhere in existence in Axis America, which, despite the AIDS Onslaught, Obama has held us in denial about. The Seattle shitheads here are cheering the attackers, cleverly working out of Warhol Foundation, supposedly in secret sympathy for the junkies and queers. They even have one of the most ravenous pro-Reagan step ‘n fetchits Trump money can buy, Penis Gabriel’s sidekick Youssou N’dour. His squawl about race was a smokescreen for the attack. These rabids had a deaf man screaming in seizures as they crowed with recreational stroke over it for their jism. Because Seattle are imbecile with lewd psychosis they catcall this campus crime wave like a bucktooth in Deliverance as pleasuring the prey in compense for attentions from Texas Chainsaw’s grandpa. The filth in King Crimson set upon me for Reagan after I crawled to them in terrible trauma and injury to beg for help, laughing that maybe I shot him. Factually, I was there, his attorneys had invited me. Cleverly they rant in foaming nostrils that some childhood delinquency, some shortcut through a backyard, is in evidence from long ago. The idea that the United States of America is less horrible operationally than the gulag is absurd. I am completely innocent of wrongdoing. The liars in Pittsburgh have poisoned the well of news with a spell from killers calling themselves artists.
Usually an essay, note or letter with a point provides a touchstone as its point of departure. Unfortunately, the best I can hope to offer is a grindstone. The Deputy Keeper of London Museum Michael Levey touts that John Ruskin went insane on the theme of the irreconcilability of his human estate, his condition of romance among the wretched of the earth. Irreconcilability, as a franchise, a mentalplex, a dissertation, in this fraud is rooted through a pronounced network of inter-weaving branches, identifiable perfectly without being able to bring to light. This pattern of definition in the darkness makes it a brag for the conscription team. If you have ever seen a group of people who you want to help build lives in a recovery program remaining fast and loyal to those who misled and ruined them, you understand the idea of defeat in the face of the irreconcilable. Despite this, and all that I will follow that point with, in the end you will be numb to information. Why is perfectly clear.
In the sense that each human body contains other living microorganisms, none of us are aware of the awarenesses we harbor. We receive life, rather than create it. Refraining from comprehension however to the degree we have here takes work. The Warhol Confederates offer as their explanation for mayhem, including the recent murder of Saoirse Kennedy, Mad Doctor Immunity powers held by their guru Peter Gabriel in Bath, United Kingdom, who I know personally only too well. I have always said that Vaclav Havel’s farce, which I have disclosed, the adoption of a script play as though found in Pittsburgh supposedly to benefit AIDS victims, had antecedents and Levey’s comments clearly identify him as one. The idea that the cruelest Secret Service crime ever came from smirking Havel and Aung San Suu Kyi in the 80’s as part of Obama’s rise and golden parachute is shocking and contemptible, but there isn’t another explanation. The assassin who bragged loudly of their recent kill in Massachusetts told me in 1984, “the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.” Their idea was to ascribe a role to the victims, normalize the spread and even use fear of contagion as a mandate for conscripting people who were trying not to be infected into their cult. All the while building this dreadful program of derision for safety, the English, in the words of a letter from Martha Gellhorn to me personally on a manual typewriter, were “unconcerned and unaffected by AIDS.” So long as the victims are cheering their own killers and murdering as Marie Antoinette those who refuse, nothing can be done but to regard them with the very detachment they name their public enemy.
Weird, duplicitous showdown.
The Warhols have laughed that they killed Saoirse to see if it would be enough to win me release from the Curse of Ono who claims that her partnership with the authors of the script they say killed Lennon is his will. I knew nothing about it. The 12 year old from Bryn Mawr and Israel had written them way over my head. This is insanity of the irreconcilable that Levey was planting as the germ of a grindstone.
In 1925, King Edward in New York City announced that Hollywood needed to be under the control of the Church of England. While he was befriending and promising escape to Hitler, he was also working with Errol Flynn and Allen Dulles towards the execution of JFK and the nightmare years of Reagan. Liverpool was the seat of the Confederate Secret Service, Silver Shirt Teddies, British Union of Fascists and other scary movements of influence. Colin Cross, an index name, in 1962 published a book about Oswald Mosley on which dust jacket the name of Gen. Edwin Walker appears warning of his right wing leadership. After leading the race riots at the University of Mississippi and threatening to kill JFK, this asshole ended up, two years later, the star witness for the Warren Commission, and even though Allen Dulles, a financial agent of Hitler, wrote the very book that describes intelligence operations of the sort Oswald was involved in, no one so much as clucked their tongue.
Duplicity on the subject of race was central to the way that Amanda Harcourt and the F.B.I. twisted the knife in their lies to the victims, inciting them to poison me in the mouth, rape my deaf advocate, as part of their thrill kill using AIDS as their license because they didn’t actually give that particular infirmity to us, yet, they snicker. This duplicity squad used as their motto in Pittsburgh, “if you wash we’ll be offended,” and yet their very leader was involved in immunogenetics and Satanism before AIDS was known and her namesake called me Dec. 8, 1980 at Temple to announce hostilities. She is photographed outside the World Trade Centers before the attack that taunted us with anthrax there with a stiletto, and yet, even though the script from 1974 says the author went to “the front,” the fact of hostile leadership of the victims by the assassins is totally ignored in favor of franchise permitting such crimes as the murder of Saoirse Kennedy.
This is Seattle in action. It’s absolutely shocking. It’s a day in the life of Scranton Morse or something. They claimed, in writing, after using me on Mt. Desert Island ini 1988 for a mandatory testing war game, that they will infect me if I do not let them enslave me and that to resist is abandonment, signed, the true killers.
They have never paid me a penny for forced labor: http://storychecksout.org
Mac Crary