In the language of UW anytime a private citizen makes a choice in advocacy for an issue they are privileging that issue over another. Because choice is so important in privacy it is targeted by those who want to privilege its defense, creating a me-me-me forcing house where there was not one before. Ayn Rand summed up the problem by saying it’s not whether you give to charity but whether you have the right not to. For her the psychological situation was clear: refuse and for her supporters it was also clear that costume play could mimic the tactic and sabotage the charitable inclination. In other words, unhappy that charity exists at all, right wingers stepped in as Green Party dacoits poisoning people while demanding tribute by small change and voila, instant resentment. Evoking Ayn Rand as their justification they fall to gnashing as they chew the carpet upon mention of her name, which they chronically evoke while slandering her legacy. If you try to help a minority behold dacoit robo-minority tokens from the Ark will only turn on you. Sidestepping arbitrary harassment becomes nearly impossible in the climate of surveillance and abuse created by one-sided and abusive fictive families like Clubhouse International. An experiment innuendo suggests was conducted by J D of Corrections in Pennsylvania, Carrie of King (chop chop) County and as usual the sniveler provide caustic demonstration.
But as Riback would saw, this is neither here nor there.
In terms of attention to heist, grinding lawlessness, and academic justification the attention and time wasted on me while I have lived below the poverty line dwarfs the attention UW Marxists (Federal agents in cosplay) have spent on J. Paul Getty, so much so that one realizes that Marxism is a ruse there for a Federal monstrosity worked out by Trump and Sheen against all they claim to hold dearest. The eye of suspicion falls upon Kabbalah Harris. Innuendo in the crime harks back to the announcement of fraudulent mentalism by Mickey Seward’s placement over the queerbait by the NAACP. Proctor’s hatred of Trump’s victory had nothing to do with scruples and everything to do with the spoils. The queerbait they brayed afeared confrontation and sulked in ARD when wrongly arrested on false charges therefore all lies told by Shulman are saintly, nevermind the pre-seizure suffering of an exploding neuroplasm they called genetic schizophrenia, under the desk Judge Pechman, they may be offended by your cotton mask.
Look briefly at Lovejoy, Judge Harlan and Garfield before advancing to the Derf Document. The Clubhouse Mafia and Swami Nostra mongering fictive family as spirit have shown they are butchers unworthy of a single consideration. It is more than enough that I have never defamed Lou Brecher. His wife was fond of saying that her son always leaves the milk out, strangely put exactly plan to recruit for those who killed Harvey Milk, but Seattle Queer mysteries will likely never end.
Pandering to this endlessly they enjoyed free smacks on Saoirse.
Aderf was conspicuous for nice blond boy or goyem which the grandmother Brecher condensed into good boy. A derf was Fred spelled backwards but all little boys are derfs she reckoned. Thus the fictive family is grossly indexed directly to Hitler’s philosophy of government, no surprise, observing the Green Party in Seattle.
How bout dat Marked Man in the Mark Lane, Mancine chap?