What happened is now clear.   Although the way that Reagan and Lennon pretended to be shot in order to bring power to their lobby in brinkmanship over their partnership in the AIDS attack is failsafe, a Hollywood society left King Edward’s mission planning in a wide field of films worked by such persons as the CIA’s Radio Free Europe magnate DeMille, his friend Disney and Errol Flynn, to name a few.  The semiotics are in a wide range of cinema, but the central telltale clip is, “Now You See It,” from This Gun for Hire. You insist you do not see, they do, too. Welcome aboard, they laugh.

      Kaine and Reagan are aware that the power to know is out there, but they organized their fascism from Seattle where anyone on the street is assumed left wing.  Thus, if Hendrix evokes the Axis, then the soothsayers lisp that Hitler is love, if a pile of awful black swastikas show up, the muses leer that they are Brahma devices holy to African shiemish more sacred than voodoo.

      It isn’t that the rabid have much to worry about, the Seattle syphilitics have taken out their aggressions on many a cowhoove at the dogwhip of the Fripp kluk, but they are nagged that something like their Free Smacks on Kennedy might tip the emotional balance and they want to make clear they are gunfire.  Fear, therefore, is loyal surrender to Holy England whispering benevolence in love’s munificient tear drops of slavery to master.