If you put away briefly the idea of finding the answers to cerebral questions involved in the riddle of Hollywood put forward by Reagan nomenclatura, ie. street scholars, about the abomination that consumes black psychologists from Columbia, being intrepid and Hollywood rights hungry, you can arrive at something a little more mundane but arguably more important, which is the proper response. To illustrate this, return briefly to the answer. It comes in linguistic disguises, but arrives as an unprovoked punch to the head by superior power. One illustration shows the adventurer in Raiders of the Lost Ark faced with samurai-esque gyrations of swordsplay, he sighs with boredom and shoots them, another in the cartoon Wizards, here’s an old trick, die you son of a … out comes the gun, or the slogan of a missile seller, “in the end it’s the missile that counts,” it’s the sad idea that the 2nd Amendment trumps the First because without soldiers at the ready who would protect those liberal worms in the Ivory Tower? In other words, the assassins git last word that just how it is, hehn, just hehn, and how you gonna talk your way out of it dogeyes? You could answer, well the PTA doesn’t abide that, you will get kicked out of school, and some of the underworld will kill somebody and walk away laughing if you say that too loud. You could answer, our laws don’t abide that, you will be arrested for abridging the first rights of Our Commonwealth, but the lewd and excruciating psycho-dramaticists at play from Warhol have proven repeatedly that by pretending they are the boss because they are top sacredly the good guys is trump over the identity of our legal system, so what is the answer? Let me remind you that I am putting aside the answer game and instead substituting the proper response.
The proper response can be found in the child’s question from the G.I. Bill era, what did you do in the war, daddy? If the answer finds the person queried humiliated and shame-faced, then the answer will have to be twisted or the child will be disappointed or maybe even angry enough to accuse them with betrayal and threaten disgrace. Accordingly, identifying the fraud in the mission statement of the truly deranged will limit their drawing power.
This is an easy and manageable skill with which to illustrate their trick of evasion, a trick of evasion that empowers them, which emboldens them, which enriches them, and which grants them the hood of denial. It comes out in more than one ways from the Yoko Ono Machine at Warhol Bank and prison riot psychology offered by the Warden laughing with, not at, the Reagan nomenclatura. For example, the Beatles allege that what they are doing with Gail Burstyn’s script is progressive found art, to put this in the voice over from Pentagon-Disney, it was just too pretty to throw away. This catapults our history into their mission statement as a learning adventure, and they say it contains the sooth of a prisoner’s dilemma, the Christian trump of the hospice nurse’s willingness to be helpful. However, if it is found art, how do they explain the Ayn Rand mandate that alleges that only the truly original has value? Are they confessing to being imitators and imposters working a forgery, counterfeit, for a confederacy? No, they aren’t, they are revealing their hand as true authors of the abomination. This takes away their license to the weapon they hold at their victim’s head.
It isn’t, in other words, really a slipknot, and loophole, it is a criminal syndicate. Reagan had planned all along to work with a incredibly sick and vicious fascist junkie as ringmaster of his war operation against the United States of America, cloaked in super-patriotism and Lennon-mania, secrecy about AIDS, and race upheaval masterfully manipulated by the agents in place, most conspicuously the almighty Obama. Obama asks only one sacrifice, just give the cartel one small child to brutally destroy, this, they lisp, is merely being reasonable.
Oh, they lampoon, all-wise, this shows the true preciousness of health, money can’t buy you love, you should die of AIDS if you are greedy for the truth and so on. They made me their entertainment, ghoulish as can be, let me show you their performance value as well, then, before they get away with accusing me of making a minstrel show of their suicide bombers. I present to you that this so-called psychology, where poison is allowed by the school, goes beyond being merely criminally insane. It is so glowering an attack and hoodwink that none of us are willing to take it apart for what it really happens to be and it really isn’t as brilliant as Peter Gabriel’s NASA says.
Approach the central argument a moment. Imagine you are a dramatist inventing an experimental movie. It has two openings, in one, you have me and a street scholar with a pistol, hey you sure are Clint Eastwood, I holler, he or she shouts back, you think that so funny? I say you make die hard look easy, and they yell, it is and blow the queerbait’s brains out all splatter gore, and the director cuts, nah that been done, so instead the street scholar laughs and hollers, you opened my eyes brave man, and they cry and laugh and return to the voting republic, but the audience says nah, that won’t sell. Both endings have been done and it is still the illusion machine by agreement of Hollywood.
All kinds of people want me arrested for telling you about this horrible Union program. King Crimson will get very angry if they ever lose their case, or what in their terminology is a non-case, because they wouldn’t dream of offering it in the courts. Justifying and defending the radical and violent myopia of rock stars has become a harsh burden for the celebrity superstate and their concept is to claim that they are the victims therefore they are entitled to provide the answers, while neither is true. The reasoningness, for lack of a better word, is slick for keeping up appearances of intellectual hammering. Even though they targeted my health as a symbol of the X-terminated, as a point of fact that illustrates their masterminding of the crime plan, they sold it anyway as jinxed by withholding of infection with the war virus, warlus, Vaulxrus, to which they snickered this then proves Mt. Desert Island’s entrapment was an Emergency Response to the bloodcurdling cries of Winchester Thurston, Kyra and Leslie, playing havoc on Jimmy.
The presence of the long-planned narrative utterly belies again the claim to found art. They made it their getaway to say that they are the very fountainheads of utopian education, all jam-packed with the bray of being the one and only true originals, while commending their souls as imitation in promotion of a horrible atrocity. Yet Fenton Bresler had it all figured and padded with the printing press arsenal of the 1940’s behind him. He would say that celebrities were being targeted so they matter most, let’s hear their beloved views. The queerbait, came King Crimson’s prattle, was prior advised of false charges against him, this makes them true, ah so. False charges are an instrument of trafficking and permanent indemnity, Hollywood in fact and the promise thereof, the dream of making a name, is the lure in many trafficking crimes but the big one is the promise of love.
Love plays an interesting role in surrender to street crime. We hear the sad howls of people in neighborhoods where bullets fly, stop we love you they say. How come? What does love mean then? That you surrender to hostage? Well, let’s get out of the closet and call it by its name. We hate you for killing innocent people, but we can’t stand the trauma of what you will do to us for saying so. North Korea offers us bombings and we say, stop we love you, how come? Because they are misunderstood. Let’s go over how. North Korea was enslaved by the Japanese and America, in mindlessness, trying to justify turning our backs on the ravages faced by Russia, attacked them, too. Black people were made slaves. Okay, now that means therefore we want to start over by forgiving this generation’s holocaust. Well, that makes sense in the warped mind of Sherman Alexie, because, after all, he has a holocaust in his historic kitty to bargain with. The phenomenon are not the one in the book, they are trading a Lincoln for a Hitler Stamp, they are Kant State, as in stolen Lincoln Continental, and they add up to the index totality of con-consciousness. If this is why Hillary Clinton wants the guilt trip of abortion to be so normalized, to play as Queen’s Trump, we can see clearly why they felt no guilt in laughing with De De when together they set out to seduce me to their surreptitious “Social Contract” as a little boy.
The indexes are there right in the open, it’s public, but awareness is forbidden. They are the Ceptic Christians, and they want us trapped in an illusion machine, playing the wordgames of Karl and Dia endlessly forbidding understanding and our right to render our own history. Their mountebanks call their stolen originality not by thievery but as indigenous street wisdom, yet the idea of subtle symbolism decoded then adopted by shrewd dacoits sounds a lot more like Central Planning from a closed circuit than found art, because it is.
The evidence is clear. I am dealing with the criminally insane. If you want a slogan that protects your sanity from the truth, you can compromise, try this one: nothing about the murder of John Lennon gave Yoko Ono the right to mayhem.
