Not much use confronting our nation’s enemy within without a substantive agenda that people can recognize, particularly the beleaguered who have found ways to make progress for themselves that are in place and don’t want tricks played on their achievements.   It is important to source to the best of our power the identity of the assassins, a troll in an online chat, which I will describe more, shouted out, “there are dragons get over it,” a political challenge if there ever was one. The Kennedy assassination was a very simple dialogue between those who believe that the Presidency is a legal office, lawfully obtained, and those who demonstrated against it for use as a seat of power to be taken by power and held, useful to their Grand Dragon.   His exampling of JFK was a foreign lesson from what they bray is a Texas Schoolbook. One laughs darkly. He speaks for a society who know nothing of soul murder even while having lost their own. It’s an interesting strategy, to degrade and deride the United States of America while fertilizing the ground for our enemies, while getting our own people to cheer. This is what Robert Fripp, in his acknowledgement to D.T. (which meant both Donald Trump and Dallas, Texas) meant by the situation being malleable.  The British entertainment industry, after releasing the AIDS attack in the name of Ian Fleming had given themselves something to entertain, the victims of atrocity in a challenge of the spirit. They’ve been using me to talk the crowd out of World War Three, meantime the majority of the people affected still don’t know.

   In this table (diagram one below) you can see some of the powers the Grand Dragon has legislated to itself without vote, articulation or rulebook, pursuing an alien agenda:

   Cracking the code of the Godlaw Council behind the AIDS attack leads to Trump.   Trump and David Cameron are moneybags at Oxford where eccentrics have long cased ancestral ideas about magic and ritual, experimented with Ultrahigh voices on shamans, and allowed anthropologists to move in esoteric circles making pronouncements about things like subconscious motives.   Being heard in the politics of universities and publishing houses is cultivated conformism so what reason is there to support the suspicion that Reagan’s Publishers Project missionaries like Frank Herbert cultivated intellectuals like Cornell West towards the Grand Dragon Project of VIctor Frankl?  Given the iron curtain of ego that black intellectuals guard themselves with it isn’t easy to take up the subject in their pseudo objective presence. This is a theme of reactionary catering, it aiin’t gonna sit too well with dem.

   Understanding the stranglehold that the poachers of privilege behind the attack have over us means dealing directly with the NAACP as newly anointed Dragons of the Ark Klavern and the horrible criminal psychosis and death trance they take for civics.   How the fetish violence of Seattle queers ever came to be mistaken for something other than a derivation of the kinks in Ernst Roehm sado-cells derives from the weird anthro of prog rock exercising leverage over Cornel West. This makes for perceived bellicose copy against the open mic bullies at the groovy sect’s jump and holler who, understandably, want their brass held up for loan repayment as UW’s teachers’ pets.  By staging Lennon’s death the attackers condemned us to leadership by people willing to sell our deaths for entertainment to Yoko Ono. One of the psychos she deployed for Warhol, a child smut operator whose partner did stained glass for the police martyrs’ church, used to holler, “If I had a nuclear weapon you think I wouldn’t use it? You think I wouldn’t?” That refrain is the whole lie of the National Rifle Association. He has Penis Gabriel in his corner get this with the slogan, “International Terrorism will take the place of human rights.” It’s not very surprising once you understand the foreign English backblade but..until you do, you are dead.

       The script writers did not just refer directly to Cornel West, a brilliant self-canonized for being Black-o-infallible.  A woman named Joy, who was Jewish, also named by Burstyn in the script, had a food fight going of legendary dimension with Ralph Proctor, a black leader, of furious squabble as pronounced as the one between Afrocentrism and Greco-Roman empiricists.   It was pretty ugly. Whose holocaust was worse? Which could be more perniciously evoked in South African grievance against the liberal white? Meanwhile, Warhol, a neighbor in Pittsburgh of the Heinz dominion, had Proctor’s ear in the name of Heinz, who for some gold he proclaimed an honorary African, as he placed symbolic pictures of the white child on his wall and handed out horrid metal swastikas as ancient sacred African symbols, for who, Leni Reifenstahl?  How they shuddered when I asked if his wife’s Japanese painting was from the Kabbalah? Proctor is the name of a large district here near TACID, a disabled facility set up by the poison criminal Inslee to process the remains of Tony Cervi’s spectro-chemical acid the injury from which that Proctor’s gang at Warhol targeted under doctrine: the golem gits no wifey.

      It’s interesting that the organized sex criminals at University of Washington used Masada as one of their images in atrocity.  Is Dr. Cho one of the sociologists in on the headhunt? It’s just a question. Everyone in his freaking class knew I had been poisoned in the mouth upon arrival here.  He had the worst psychotics in the military there. Dr. Cho, whose real name Aung San’s namesake in Burma has told countless lies while her bagpipe Amnesty International charmingly cites her for brutality that gives her second rank among Asian women only to Yoko Ono, their moneybag, marches around campus with his hands dramatically over his head, getting his cunning tribalists in Little Saigon to do the same, while the Tang Gang use mouth poison through black haters with medical problems gnawing at the token white offered up by Trump as cowhooves.   The poison caused gingival plaque up in my nostrils and ears that professionals are having trouble removing, was the target the golem’s brain?

      You can hardly deny that this outfit was in the business of anticipating Hot Futures.  The sale and purchase of WAMO Radio in Pittsburgh was an important transfer. All the time the Pitmans were kidnapping and brutally gassing me as a hostage, subjecting me to terroristic humiliation as horrible as what McCartney got Jackie Kennedy to do to JFK, they spat at me as a rich motherfucker, despite the fact that I had nothing, this was when the Donalds were out to get me, as you may recall if you follow my testimony, if not, there it is.  So were men named Ronnie and Kasper, just like Reagan and Weinberger. I was rescued they laughed by Luke the Snuke.

       The British spend a lot of time crediting themselves were only blame is due.   They have had a good thing going. I’ll run an example by you. Dia Galas had a namesake call me in 1980 at the beginning of the really big show.   She works with Yoko Ono tricking the AIDS victims in Seattle, who get money for cooperating, some of them a real killing, into masquerading as avenging them.  That’s a pretty good plan. The attackers get away, are heroized by those they murder and they make a ton of cash. After publicly bragging of attacking the World Trade Centers and killing many, many New York police the police do their hmm test and go along with Galas.  Wouldn’t you rather be dead than question Ronald Reagan? You’ll die trying if not, myuh. The attackers have never been put to the question of explaining why they were unconcerned and unaffected by their own statements in the 80’s, why they said the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  The language and symbolism of the script, which included horses being panicked to a burning barn, coupled with the fact that victims were never told, allowed the entertainers to perform their first triumph of normalizing the plague so that they show could go on, fascinating themselves with metaphors of moths flocking towards the candle of British music hoping to be burned alive with 15 minutes of Interview time at Warhol before the lisp of the Grand Dragon.

        The idea that the military looks after its own in America is very pretty but the meaning is promotion of a cult with irreconcilable differences against Democracy.   Apparently they thought JFK was a little bit twee for thinking America needed to set a good example, and while we shouldn’t cater to the whims of enemies demanding they be treated better than they treat us, nor expect them to be nice when we are horrible, it did mean standing up for basic dignities of the public trust.   There’s nowhere to go from here. Even the NAACP knows it. The nutbags at the King Foundation down in Atlanta don’t make any secret at all of supporting torture, murder and rape as therapy for the groaning of black hate over whatever they grudge on a given day, that’s Hollywood, for ya.

       They have a really good thing going.  The symbolism of the whole crime just stacks up with consistency but a lout like Penis Gabriel gives a vicious and arrogant tall story for manufacture of child pornography and the cops scratch their chins and nod that it passes their hmm test.    Euro-Penis Gabriel uploaded their umbrage through a weasel named Emad to connote boy was Eno mad, bringing in Schienes for Granger Morgan and Shiono at Alternative Conflict Resolution, rapine of Ono, spreading the book Perfect Storm clocked to the burning oil wells, oh boy did that make the Queers around Franklin Graham feel loved by Jesus.

    The police cheering their own killers, hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray never bothered to look for little Jimmy.