On the bus today, Jan. 24, 2019, coming home from Tacoma Community College, I saw a man in a hat reading Cold War Veteran which made me laugh which caused a few people nearby to stiffen. That was always the aggressor and sinister Reagan’s favorite trick, you think it’s a joke when you say sarcastically, sure I’m the liberal devil. Just how Hitler he was can be measured by AIDS and would come to light with the secrets of Donald Trump. Even with our nation’s most respectable journals warning daily of oceanic extinction within just a few years, there is no urgency in bedlam, the liars on high just shrug. It is somewhat useful to trace the history of urgency in this sad affair of scorched earth climate and nuclear ultimatum trumping the AIDS attack.
In December of 1980 they say John Lennon was felled, and a few short months later King Crimson, rather rudely, put out a record called Discipline. The case over which they secretly obsess is a target object in vicious extremist gestures towards the norm of the HAIR Movement that was carefully cultivated by NEVA and Lennon Japanese pornography to make stupids of persons they were secretly trafficking and filming, using, discarding and laughing at. JFK, as proven by Jack Ruby (or Rubin)’s role, shows that a sophisticated trafficking agency was at work in the murder, a crime that was absolutely consummated. What did King Crimson urgently show discipline about? Was it the environmental issue their leader rhetorically raised on his goblin car tour of the States? A time when I was deeply excited about Buckminster Fuller’s book Critical Path. Nope. It was a ridicule of sex norms as sexual sophistry, an alliance with child molesters from SOFEX whose slogan was: International Terrorism Will Take the Place of Human Rights. When Martha Gellhorn commented in a signed letter, “Mac Crary has a great sense of urgency,” and wanted to know exactly what was going on, it was dismissed by Megan Dietz for Ringo Starr rubbing herself publicly and panting, “Urgent! Urgent!” in odious mockery.
Meanwhile they promoted Gail Burstyn a lookalike of whom appeared on Fripp’s record cover and who listed a number of agencies associated with NEVA Pornographic in creepy letters that didn’t make sense at first written in gradeschool. This puts into place a few things worth knowing.
I’m not saying that I embody the American soul so much as I was constructed to depict a facsimile (counterfeit of the Confederate mint) when they grabbed me in a stolen Lincoln Continental, catch their drift, to tear the heart out of America’s mind by a method of targeting a centerpiece. The dimensions were carefully analyzed along with the nerve agent they used to stage the operation of the drama club. It included phenomenology and you are hereby warned that Greg Karl, behind much that Carbonell was up to, offered from the first day, a Christian last days epigram called: World of Ash.
They used American social science to drum up resentment, for example, the fact that I tried to protect Reagan at first by Ritual Dissent articles discussing things like Guilt by Association, issues that were hotwired to throw treason in my face by the British. Nevermind trauma, it is one of the earliest observations in deaf psychology that isolated deaf people are lonely, have trouble knowing what is going on, and take up with peers who allow them to, developing associations that aren’t always for the best. It was obvious I was trying to escape Pittsburgh where women sleep with you before they tell you whether they like you or not, and Yale intellectuals with tall tales and big plans.
When I was a child a neighbor of Robin Lisp I mean Lipscomb showed me what became my favorite dog, a Collie. She dated Paul Runco the intermediary with Carbonell and advised Obama on dog breeds. Lipscomb was a friend of Jen Rubin, partner of Gail Burstyn, and you can be forgiven if her name makes you think of a toothbrush mustache because Jen Rubin found a soup spoon for Mr. Vincent that guarded his mustache for a class present about the time we played hangman and I knew it before we even guessed a letter _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. This was back when I lost the spelling bee after the teacher told me to remember Arrid.