The disgraceful political machine of the University of Washington rubs me the wrong way and although I don’t like taking prisoners to my prose the idea of framing Andrew Cho for the murder of Donnie Chin always tempts me.   He passed me today on the cut at Tacoma Community College with a black woman I don’t recall seeing before and like a ventriloquist dummy she smirked, “hello, Mac.” Meanwhile, across campus, his Japanese colleague gave us a reading with a name beginning with the letter for Mu.   Clever despots we have here, reigning in the name of Mumia. If it wasn’t so chronic and obnoxious you should take if for blowing smoke despite the ripper attack on Shannon Harps this gang pulled, but after sexually trafficking me, using my name on an atrocity, chemically castrating me and poisoning me in the mouth, I have to think better of delaying commentary about the incendiary politics of George Wallace adopted by the Black murderers who were in on the AIDS attack and playing highball judicial committee over symbols of sociological formulas in their settlement globalism, like regular little NASA environmentalists we are, aren’t we?

      It’s interesting to see Obama installation Mumia Abu-Jamal as the Chieftain in Chief over the police department.  In Pittsburgh’s Community College Corrections class I heard that this sort of thing was common in Texas penitentiaries where the inmates have gangs who know where the prison guards live with their families.   As an unarmed deaf hostage born to their slaver plot in a script written by Kennedy’s assassins with Reagan’s secret weapon Ringo Starr laying in wait, I give myself a lot of credit for speaking up. They know their game.   A white kid who is disabled and disfigured doesn’t carry much weight. They call my college Military Friendly, which identifies the sociology department for a gag of mongerers whose primary tactic is criminal entertainment. They play enlightened.  Avella told me his favorite went so far as to suggest in whispered suggestion that Reagan’s fascism in the 80’s may have had some role in marginalizing the poor for the AIDS attack. My, my, is that okay to report? I won’t mention this alluder’s to a spaced out possibility’s name, I promise, (I’ve forgotten).  What they really are is a cloak privileging the sport of violence for their favorites.