The reason Penis Gabriel is called the overkill kid is that his scarifying humiliation of James Crary in addition to being a pro-Reagan license for serial acts of gratuitous beastiality followed the Gurdjieff Doctrine of his partnership in the occult: “When you go on a spree go the whole hog including the postage.” The massacre was meant to shadow the wipe-out of the Kennedys so cruelly that the entire ordeal became unnameable in its victory for the attackers.
To see this is so, it needs to be addressed as the condition it exists in throughout every level both superficial and deep game.
This therefore only fairly and logically charts the lay of the landscape by discussion of Bolan’s Restaurant, John Toland’s books, Nobuko’s stupid code about what boys should do and girls should do and the peer relationship between Community College interpreting services and the Praetorian Guard dacoitery of a scam by Katz and Shiono. Further it finds semiotic in a Bob Hope movie and the sanctimony of Catholic Worker. The plasticity of the crime is genuinely shocking.
When Dean Acheson met Truman at Blair House to promote Syngman Rhee (an adjunct of Mr. Re) and charted the post-French holocaust in Vietnam for Mr. Johnson, spinning the bottle in search of Diem, the plot for the AIDS attack was already scripted as the infamous Texas Schoolbook. High command planned absolutely and unequivocably to work around my father and sew in a tabloid machine hotwired to nuclear ultimatum. In other words, the names Midori Goto and Oliver Stone were already pre-scripted for infant baptism to the team. This was a breeding scheme.
The Duke of Windsor smiled with DeMille, “thus it can be thought, so shall it be unfolded.” Lennon scripted the atrocity so this phase of the deafies, hidden except for his monkey, would be told to serve as private narrator for the guilty, telling me to fall on my sword in the crime, bringing an end to a distinguished line of American legacy to avenge his personal Nobuko.
CMU Student Union and Hustler, working the Lennon scam for John Toland’s angle, who also married a Nobuko, openly advertised demanding compensation to prison camp sodomy customs (which is what the title of his book: But not in shame, really refers to (butt knot in shame). Don’t mistake Queer Seattle’s loyalties for chivalry.
Coming clean and keeping honest has seldom meant so concisely the same thing. The presumption of innocence disallows a person to be convicted because upright worthless worthies consider them passing strange, mutations of the norm. In the name of the idea that the presumption of innocence is wrong much evil has been done that the attackers hold must never be divulged or come to light. The sabotage of our legacy is ignored. The idea from a Grateful Dead song going: you can see the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right, now promotes a license to kill by a cult as grisly as Unit 731. Congress says so. The victim, for lack for better word, after all is a weirdo.
Ono is King Corruption of New York City. They tolerate selectively if it serves them, flim-flamming the narrative by keyality tunings by the stage set of reality sleepwalkers programmed by plausible denial in the miscarriage from Pentagon-Disney for loyalty they cannot both shake and live. The ringmasters are as bloodthirsty as Mao. They are also very devious of imagination and Svengali-ism. Tami Simon, for example, indexed to T. Simon Farasani, doesn’t just mince, their word, to sani-as a derivative of sanitation but con-tami-nation. She is the lesbian for magical religion with the aquiline nose who binaries with Midori Goto at East/West Circuit over the Katz computer junction. The fact that Oliver North and Oliver Stone worked together is illustrated in the mushroom cloud-like puff of smoke Wizard of Oz moment of cameo in the end of Platoon, but the droll lookalikes of Oliver Oliver point to the much more stylized pseudo-cameo of Donald Trump as God in the 1977 film Network, the man they called God, excuse me, much as the script of Gail Burstyn about Oswald (Oz-walled) references the murder of JFK as God watching over her. How adorable.
Oliver North and Rosa Clemente, her underling Aaron Dixon, are also part of the name index with pregnant meaning, North and Dixon, spelling out the weird alliance of the fascists from Left and Right working together in the blackout statement of the attack. Judge not, lest you be judged, whistles Penis Gabriel to the tune of Johnson and Johnson, like Henry Wade, the human. His hip hop headquarters just sighs and hisses Lazarus, pronouncing it Lies R Us, in support of Leslie Sanetta. The tripwire master of interpreting service lunging to his Warhol feet in defense of a stupid girl’s claim about a shy comment is pure theater from a faction who mutilated U.S. Laws and Customs promoting Museum Child Mutilation Porn as Lennon’s highest art statement.
Ono and Burstyn took custody of a slave by violent crime and a superfraud, pushing through Reagan’s lies while JFK performed for them at Cheney in his last waltz, right on schedule. Donaldo Gulligan DG and Donald Donald made quality of life a special target in their miasma defending Adolf Hitler by the Auch der Lieber, it’s Augustine hope that his real spirit was sacred to Jesus. Maximile Kolbe jumped into the oven trying to outhigherness that one for praise from Pope in the West Wing, Martin Sheen (or else), whistling Meglio Sestera with Bugliosi and Migliosi outside Babyland at the Heart Doctor diner where Shaky says, “I’m gonna split your head wiiiide open,” under the watchful eyes of a Hitler nun.
