Liberalism is a form of enlightenment and a bi-partisan agenda exists to punish its existence. JFK didn’t know what hit him and neither did America. We had the awful sense that his enlightenment was being punished and swallowed it. Hatred of Liberalism breeds terrorism.

Some jokes are too sick to laugh, and Pennsylvania leads the curse of making laughter itself too sick to laugh at. The rabid do their best to keep collegiates feel that they are in the loop of the grapevine, but no matter how notoriously Penis Gabriel spins it, you can’t normalize what those murderers did. It announces by company fiat that hiring a ten dollar hooker to target the main attraction is a dream come true for paparazzi spoilers, and that his chum slumming in the “Public” Schools of British Royalty do their level best to drum out rivals by peccadillo arrangement, but he can’t normalize that against a battered child who doesn’t know what prostitution is while glowering against the evidence proving the reality that it was clocked statement system that came down with the AIDS attack; students do know that tripchick flirts come onto me and buddy buddys chum up for chit chat, but they underestimate why, really.

Prebanic had an agent named Preban Borsch who followed me to Hypatia for the Warhol Crowd and then from Illini up to Mt. Desert Island, he followed some more for their taskmaster psychiatric porno division to make saleable saleable child molester souvenirs, and of course Prebanic watched John John’s plane come down. What that means is perfectly obvious, Ringo Starr was filling out the program notes of his rampage with DIA DIA. The monsters were crossing the Black Sea to the Caspian for Blacks making pay dirt of the Klondike index at Kasper-Ian, and locking Jimmy Queerball out of Disney for ratting.