Being in a coma you don’t know who you are so it was very important to the war criminals in Olympia, Wa to masquerade as though the coma were self-inflicted and that it was my own fault that I didn’t know who I was, accordingly, they wouldn’t investigate the possible motive behind the murder of Donnie Chin because the motive is tied to the Chin name and their awareness and courage in admitting that there is evidence of extremely brutal foul play behind my physical condition going back to childhood. It is next to impossible, in other words, for anyone to get accurate narrative about the so-called “duel” instigated by New York Society over the name of John Lennon attacking James MacRyland Crary. The thesis he died very greatly animates New York Society, beholden for the game to his killers enriching them.
Invisibilizing the fact that they tortured and soul murdered a symbolic American is very revealing in the way the American Cold Warriors worked to bribe the NAACP. In 1981 Black Scholar Magazine published an editorial warning about Reagan, but when he laid the wreath at Bitberg-Belsen by then they was cheering, because Obama was going to get the red carpet due to the deal the ANC cut at WQED, where who I was was known and that I was being held in subconscious trauma was really working out. The murder of JFK was a genuine article, not the fuzzy headed stuff that Oliver Stone made out promoting the bog. It was the War Machine of John Wayne and Reagan determined to drive us down the fascist road for Vietnam and the AIDS attack.
If Roosevelt, who was also killed in the Death Valley of Dealey Plaza, with the help of Oswald Mosley’s fanclub in Liverpool and Wimborne, had lived, the atomic bomb would probably have been called something like Aesop or Gavel. It is very suspicious that it was called Little Boy and Fat Man, although, like Gail Burstyn and her Texas Schoolbook talking about “Nobuko’s Stupid Code about what boys should do and girls should do” Pentagon Disney is in overdrive with Trump to negate detection of the mystery system all spelled out where you refuse to see it, as a sickening dare enforced by the British and New York Society, but several very revealing aspects cough with the faulty digest of the hidden minds designing it.
The Little Boy was from the Department of State run by Jimmy Byrnes, before eerie carrot of the Cartieri sector burned Jimmy Creary for Jimmy Carter’s Cartesian McCartneyesque of Cheshire grins acknowledgement to D.T. from Paul Tierni and Paul Runco for Granger Morgan and Mi Yung Joo. Ah, just burn the Princeton Poetry Handbook, brothers, we got ourselves a Godsend, hahahahaha.
The AIDS attack does tie in to the reasoning of the Cold War being thought out beyond their Dragnet ending. People will see the shadow of the idea that communists were being killed and announce that there were Ayn Rand victims. When the frightened swallow their terrified whisper what if it was Reagan Penis Gabriel jumped out of the ripper hatter hat and hissed back, “It was you!” to the queerbait.
Ringo Starr came bellowing with grasshopper spiders from Cirque D’Imbecile, yammering in Muslim therapy bizarre syllogisms that earthquake the minds of geezer bumpersticker heads, playing out as Union gore: All Queerbaits Vote Lennon, Creary is a Queerbait, therefore he followed Lennon which proves that Lennon followers aren’t really Queerbait, he is only a Queerbait for denying he followed Lennon so Lennon loyals must turn on the queerbait oversimplifier who framed the good monster, THE Human who Obama will defend, Glorious Flag of the Victim Reich, kowtow to the moral equivalent of Trayvon Martin Yoko Ono, kowtow and APOLOGY for Hiroshima, the pale true victims, Honorary the Black Man for services rendered to the Green Party.
This nightmare is real plastic.
The dummy golem was wonderful, wonderful. Okay they targeted liberal’s child, Lapham giggled, but ah, did not the liberal queerbait hide in tears of accomplice and fail to rescue the true great hero of Reagan loyalism? Is not the Little Boy, after all, guilty, guilty, guilty of violating Nobuko’s Creed? Listen as it whimpers, so, it thinks it’s better than us, why mein gott did not ze Black Man get castrated by the white? Getting even on a symbolic American is their sale but much is said about their choice of symbols even if Lapham denies it. A white who turned down the Presidency of the University of Georgia because they wouldn’t desegregate was selected by the African Secret Service to promote Blacks like AFL-CIO member Duvall who supported the AIDS attack and knew it was an attack while whispering perfectly clearly behind their backs, “If you try to help Black people they will only turn on you.” The British laughed and said proceed to demonstrate for us, to the glee of an Isis Senegalese yammer.
Fact. In fact so brazenly is it a fact that they advertised it in Living Colours at the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette. How many more microfilm storage canisters will be led to disappear to “foil the expectations” of our faith in democratic right to know laws? Meanwhile, the Soothsayers plot their enzyme of disease karma to be used on the golem dummy in exampling hostage.
The argot makes it harder to follow than slang but just as easy to publicly cheer.
Even though Mary Anne Steiner was the suspicious one, appearing at the band: He’s Dead, Jim, allowing Trump to lure me to his state and then masquerade the claim made by Kyra Schon’s crowd (the daughter of George Romero who used to sit outside our house, tear fabric and give off blood-curdling shrieks) to allege UW poisoned Queerball to avenge a girl whose identity they have chosen out of taste to keep secret, while plying the narratives of Neva Corporation in promotion of tawdry rape and slasher attacks by the Warhols on a spree.
Apparently it is too hard for the cerebral rodents at the FBI to comprehend that self-detection of an impacted neuroplasm being hypnotized by a drama club isn’t self-incrimination, it is the right to know that you have been poisoned.
