There’s not that many people who are not susceptible to a murder-loving pig like Paul McCartney, even after they hear the wailing, crying shame of testimony regarding his insane, criminal brutality towards me, which can only be classified as serial mutilation.   Even so, it is still interesting to be informed as to the volunteer circuits he draws upon in the blindside attack he continues to play for a duel. The weapon they are using is a war of aggression in itself. To the rabid mind at work an Eisenhower baby is still the Viet Cong.   There are two reasons that you will never hear the rational basis for much of my hatred for them: 1. The crime is too serious for them ever to let on, using synthetic miracle technology for acid rock gaslighting, as advertised from NASA in the song, “That Voice Again,” to which my mother testifies.  2. The risk of Americans accepting that this can and will be being done is too horrible to take. The authorities would rather play dead and do as they wish. I’ll let on about the most incessant voice they convey, “Richard Starkey is laughing his ass off.” Obviously, they aren’t just grabbing anybody by the pussy they want to when they say they can do anything.   

        In addition to using my name for mass murder, the fascists have worked me without pay for a lifetime in a state of mutilation performing slave labors in what they covertly announce an inviolate syndicated cause.  Now there are indications that American Legion was in this from the beginning and that Cirque D’Imbecile performance by them have been constant since the blindside attack by Kasper left me sprawled on the steps of the Highland Park American Legion as a child. Once these murderers target somebody they absolutely never let up.

      Observe a tendency.    Some names carry automatic associations, if I said Trump, you would assume Donald J.   If someone said Adolf, you would think of Hitler. In America, you might not automatically think of the fascist leader Oswald, but in Britain you would.   The hit team were name Ronnie and Kasper just like Reagan and Weinberger. Indications show that the agent watching for Israel, Edward Eisen, was indexed by Britain’s revenge machine over the Suez to target an Eisenhower child for King Edward in the narrative they deposited for a feeding frenzy, informed by Jewish holocausters who like the auction block idea of humiliating America’s legacy so greatly they pushed LSD on me by a Jewish Controller initialled MK for Mein Kampf Ultra-Secret (MK Ultra), without any compunction.

       Today’s mission was to make it appear for Oliver North’s little pro-Israeli attache that not a word has ever been divulged about the murderers’ weapon of nerve agent forcing a seizure condition of demonic self-defense psychological reflexes, trying to extrude (their papi-killing word) mandatory insults to justify brutal assault.  Recall Cartieri giving me the finger over and over and over until I gave it back and he launched slaughtering head blows felling me to the ground. The Andrea Swimmer division, whose Trump’s mercenaries at Rhoda’s indexed to a urinal marked American Standard, AS when violently forcing me to be wenched by her, seek to disallow me to make my own decisions about society, trying to posture as though if I don’t accept their violence I am insulting them by rejection.   As usual the NAACP is mongering their skills of stalking.

     Shirley Chisholm made clear the Green Party’s game long ago when she rejected that opposition to the war was humanitarian towards Vietnam, she didn’t even bother to play sympathetic, she rejected their cause.  She said the money was simply needed in Head Start Programs. Aaron Dixon has evolved to the point of hoodwinking foreign desperados with his assurances about social justice about which he cares nothing. His only game is to exploit the utility of a viciously molested person by tagging me with the utility of a falsely accused person.  It doesn’t matter, they contend, that I am innocent, I am white and recognize the role they shoved down my throat, therefore I am endorsing that role. They assassinated me because I am an Eisenhower child and by acknowledging that is what they did I am sanctioning my own assassination? Well, so much for Black Panther logic, go sign up with the Goebbels maniac Will Zell from Eugenic Pussyball Island and be sure to vote Dixon.

         The interesting thing about the urinal is that Frank Herbert, the caustic manipulator of the signals to do the attack had a woman he called Ruinal when her name was Irulan, quite cute of Mulan and Godspellers.