The reason why the courts, administration and law enforcement refuse to address the AIDS attack isn’t because they think they have the situation under control it is because they have the situation right where they want it, the crimes from the victim community are not directed at them.   If a child cannot figure the situation out, you can be sure that the Federal Bureau of Investigation won’t either. Donald Trump said of America on the subject of AIDS that it is Vietnam out there, which is his idea of making America great again, turn our sewers into Vietnam. In this he has the steady assurance of support from the Scandanavian vermin who speak Seattlegelese.  

      Tiffany showed up at the funhouse about the time that news media popularized the name Tiffany as the daughter of one of the Shogun’s bought boys, David Ortiz, at the time he was shot in the stomach by ruffians in Dominican Republic who had been through Pennsylvania.   Clubhouse likes to wink about being a Worldwide movement. It concerns me because the rabid behind the AIDS attack, informed by Gestapo from UW like Andrew Cho’s alliance with Ming Na Wen at CMU, already welcomed me back to this region with what has proven to be an intractable poison in the mouth.   Coming into Seattle from Tacoma you pass a sign that says, Kent 8, Seattle 21, followed by Military Road. Think 21st century eight ball and you understand the graphic picture. The first great sign to greet you at the city gate is Paratex Exterminators, followed by the Postal Union parking lot at S.Landers Street, the resident dacoits of Bernie Slanders, whose namesake Sanders in Pittsburgh is first named Vendetta.  Meanwhile, the Juvenile Detention Center circulates anonymous poetry magazines that titillate their psychiatric division. While I appreciate that the poetry is, some of it, at least, good, I also know that the faceliars and education craving idealists selling it from Black Panther “public” outlets are doing it for people who have knowingly taken innocent people hostage to the Jericho Project for the purpose of squeezing us for poetry to gloat over.  This is the West, meaning Cornel West, a guru of longstanding in spreading the poison as a form of race rage. The fact that the earliest victims were mostly white queers was not part of the program, except when it came to suicide bombers making America great again.

      England feeds into American language creation in order to get the desired result.  West protests, you think Blacks aren’t smart enough, smart isn’t cunning. Coming up with slogans like the term micro-aggression is their way of repeating the pronouncement that Linda Rosen shouldn’t have done that in calling out against the cultural ban on security when shooting her in the head, business as usual style.  It meant that Rosen would never be brought to trial for her role in the Burstyn letters. Quiet, Ms. Rosen, the British love your plan.

     Rachel at Navos likes to say that successful communication against the blackout about the war game and crimes of Obama isn’t going to happen.   She would be sorry if people found out what Sound Mental Health has been up to with their fascist poison crimes and ripper murder attacks. When I said about juvenile detention yesterday that if the system worked properly it would be better to be caught before things got really bad, it created a fascist glee for the ideological trigger that went off in the thuggy heads of Martin Sheen’s Catholic Worker guild on the scene, who have long operated the real West Wing from Hollywood.   They were thinking of a film, shown to little Jimmy, called, “Going Places,” where a reformed ex-con is happily received by the Warden in his home and guns his old enemy down, the success of his reform. Pennsylvania loves this stuff, they smoosh poetry into the cages and rub it around the walls like the feces of Bobby Sands. Rachel will read this as a threat, which it is not, because she is defending the sort of men in that film who targeted a hostage for trying, as a child, to bribe them not to kill him with money taken in tears of fright at their command from my mother’s purse at lunch time.  It would have been better for Rachel to be caught before it became too late, but as she likes to say, it probably ain’t gonna happen. Sound have a license to poison.

        If a child can’t figure it out, you can be sure that Seattle and Pittsburgh won’t.

        But the foreign English have it all figured out.  They will sacrifice the disabled for murder entertainment.   The Federal cranks, telling Hollywood yarns from JFK to Donnie Chin, live to cover for Trump.   Father forgive them, says their Jesus, for they are dumbass motherfuckers. The assassins call cold blooded murder by the name of suicide for trying to escape hostage by terrorism.   You shouldn’t have done that. They birthed me for the ticket under sponsorship from the NAACP at the Ruskin and gave me a book by John Ruskin where a soft-spoken white is treated like Cinderella.   This racist, pale, redemption screed advocated for the sissy and would be outhighernessed by men who knew that the boy was not special, that the black man was infinitely more victimized, that no one is innocent, all from Storybook “if we can do it you can do it” Nathan Forest.

            They are going to have a seance of Xiu-Xiu the sent down girl based on Liberal guaranteed forgiveness doctrine for mass murdering Gail Burstyn and De De Mancine, advocating for Black pimps, from Pornography on High as child prostitutes who trained children in child prostitution for special services to hardened pedophiles for whom they gladly worked and part of that training was what to say if arrested to liberal professors and Mr. Pol-EASE Man!  We’ve changed! Hahahaha! Operating out of Thomas Merton Center, the child traffickers call themselves Catholic Worker and announce that they own me because one of them scored when I was semi-conscious from beatings as a little boy.

        Warhol was an honorary African WARRIOR!  WARRIOR!