The shooting at the Synagogue in Pittsburgh was across the street from my home, the boys killed who loved to carry the Torahs I have known my whole life. I danced the Hora as a child, although not Jewish myself, at the Pittsburgh Folk Festival at the Civic Arena. I have reason to believe an ongoing human trafficking syndicate who targeted me are behind the crime. This is an abridged affidavit, because I am pressed for time with carpal tunnel syndrome, but I was in the Honors Department, although deaf, after a deaf girl taught me sign language, at the Community College there in Pittsburgh. After she was attacked and punishment raped for it by the Museum mafia stalking me, I fled to Seattle where I have been the object of poison crime reprisals. The perpetrator is an estate attorney named Amanda Harcourt, who contacted me in 1984 for the Crown Prosecuting Agency in London when I was a Medical Library Clerk at University of Pittsburgh. She represents Abbey Roads.
Although, of course, they were the victims of the piece, Yoko Ono and her mawker boy made a sadistic film Rape that led a woman to a nervous breakdown on film, supposedly, a too real film, after which when they identified themselves she melted like Maude into the arms of John Wayne and this love thy abuser message was the wrong conclusion to reach about the woman who depicted sexual attraction as a fly in another film of theirs. The murderers in the Beatles are convinced they have the fixation spell to announce the right to do any high crime and elicited the poetry of Revolution No. 9 for the AIDS attack through the Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh and fact told while white is a symbol of mourning in Japan, the White Album was a symbol of schaedenfreude among the Inca Gods of Abbey Roads. They brutally, brutally tortured me.
The psychopaths at work are a danger. Their allies in Pittsburgh, a city of fiends, have robbed me for every last work hour of my life. How cutting that the world’s most demented capitalists, capable of making a dialectic between AID, asking for help, and New Hampshire’s slogan: Live Free or Die, in a schism of language clocked to the AIDS attack. They made punishment for being a child they disliked into a demonstration project of the cruelest imaginable punishment by parasitism. How can a University represent this ideology without being assailed? It’s violent to the very soul of man. And the physical injuries are unspeakable. I come home to nothing.
Let’s Clint Eastwood. Recall Where Eagles Dare, he wraps his throat so that his American voice won’t be heard and passes for German. Who cast him? John Wayne announces for Germany right off in his truly weird film The Green Berets. When the killers shot JFK in the throat, Reagan ended his career on the silver screen with the words, “I’ll do all the talking.” It’s right in his film The Killers. And his friend John Lennon, who with McCartdisney, refused to come to America until they were number one, and if looks could kill it wudda been JFK, deafened me with the unspeakable nostrum from King Crimson and their “acknowledgement to D.T.” (does that just mean Dallas, Texas?) with, “We’ll do all the playing.” I assure you very powerful music was lost when my ability to hear was taken. From childhood on King Crimson have molested me and used me for slavery.
Now we KNOW we hafta let them do it, because the Earth is in the Balance, Jethro, well-luh. Now, the murderers cut me off from the pack, to winnow me out, and it was terribly easy for them, it shouldn’t have been, they used revealing entrapment, it was proper to smoke it out, lisping look at the dirty liberal, but even with all that going for their joy kill they failed to make it that hard to identify what it is about me that caused Steven Langer, a friend of Justin Chang, to crow, “I’m not sorry for anything I’ve done, only that it had to be you.” Why? Too good, white, okok. Why else? Father a humanist, granddad an editor for the Post-Dispatch in St. Louis, name older than Harpers. Oh, that’s why I’m the genetic enemy. And this is outhigherness’d in sophistry as not truly being so because of University of Washington’s sociological views about Asian sexual access and getting even for reporting an unidentified registered nurse with an unidentified bacteria that became a chronic gum condition. New age crime for new age rivals: Elvis, uhm, Elvis Suharto, I presume?
People like me can be abused wholesale and it gets so bad that many people stand on each other to prevent anyone from getting away. Panic is real, but so is hostility. The hostility arises from human traffickers and the dirty infamy of their criminal syndicate. I was targeted by sellers, persons who knew I was alone, cut off from my father who had been radio room person for George Bush on the San Jacinto in WW2 and came from a Pilgrim Family old in Massachusetts. This gave spin for collectors and hobbyists when I was brutally attacked and taken into hostage. The City of Pittsburgh, working from the Museum mafia, lied about it, and made me a prisoner of those lies, in lifelong bondage working their sales involuntarily answering accusations about my despair. They deafened me. Father had met with the Beatles before abandoning me. The script by Gail Burstyn of Bryn Mawr was the statement of a partnership with them, and Burstyn is protected by an extremely brutal human trafficker named Sinead O’Connor who stalked me after hacking into my affidavits sent to Amnesty International, getting my deaf advocate raped in reprisals. Her warlord, Penis Gabriel, wrote to me for three years, a fact even the murderers at work cannot deny.
Mega-authorship of the criminally insane war game came with a gambit. It is illegal to sign someone else’s name to a Federal action. Although they made no secret of signing my name, James MacRyland Crary, to the script of the Texas Schoolbook attack with the ghost hand homophone of Gail Carolyn Burstyn, the complicated crime acknowledged the illegality of this insane operation in a backhanded way. The FBI schemed to make it a crime to name the perpetrator and even forged my name to the naming of the perpetrator back when I publicly denied it was Reagan while at Pitt News, before they escalated their assassination by piecemeal terrorism. This method of disingenuous ensnarement Tony Cervi, the man from the pit of Coal Hollow Road, who force fed me a nerve agent as a child, called this style a monkey rig. So they had their cake and at it, too, then told people I was the one saying, “Let them eat cake,” a three layer cake for the Band of Faceliars.
From the very beginning Her Majesty’s Government controlled the manipulations of the media switchboard in the AIDS attack with the paramount alliance of religious forces from Africa who despise the white indulgence in the 60’s calling themselves morally virtuous for opposing the war in Vietnam while engaging in eccentric behaviors. How this fashioned into an alliance with the British rock music industry is an important historical issue for study and analysis. Also from the beginning the reigning eccentrics with their pull over violent ideology in the mythic landscape of what they call the street, the entire war game as they spun the war crime was envisioned as a tribal purge, with the FBI allowing feudal bombings, assassinations and arsons provided their task was pacification by group acceptance of the AIDS attack through mediums like the sacrificial homicide of white symbols.
From the Federal Emergency Management authors in Westmoreland County working at Pitt, who placed me in the Falk Medical Library as a clerk in 1984 when Amanda Harcourt contacted me with toxic ideas, emerged a Disney deal with Ralph Proctor of Heinz History Museum and the Warhol Laboratory doublecross. Given that Dr. Proctor teaches about the grotesque lampoons of black people in the 1920’s by Disney, back when high finance was cooking up the weird reign of Adolf Hitler, Proctor, a Pennsylvania intellectual, still managed to fall for the vicious lampoon of the idea that the ancient African kings of old would arise again in the Secret Councils of the Elders, and to do this, all it took was one sickening jest put on by a macabre contract prostitute indexed in the standard initialisms of As. porno like JK for the script writers who confessed to being child pornographers from the Neva Corporation in the script, and yet these Manson cinema operators were blessed by Reagan and Warhol. Why? Because Proctor’s ideas about Black Power are not the same as Martin Luther King. Rather than teach peace and love, Proctor believes that the answer to America’s race problems is to make white people very afraid of black people through sinister hate crimes, and this in turn makes white America very afraid to say we don’t love them no matter what they do.
This complex situation was a deal between the war makers in Westmoreland and Pitt and the NAACP, a get rich scheme over the AIDS attack. By the time I was able to go back to school, Reagan had worked this all to a successful finish with the help of David Bowie, whose lead maniac, Robert Fripp, headhunts me to this very second, even openly at the school I transferred to trying to get away from the behemoth of insane hate crimes on high.
Sinead O’Connor, a ravenous enforcer for the British, worked with Amanda Harcourt to enter the crime into history by shouting that the war crime on Mt. Desert Island, an AIDS testing and risk ultimatum, proven to have been set up and clocked in advance to the AIDS attack, was top sacredly Mick Jagger laughing that he’d put together a little sex island for Jimmuh Queerbait, King Crimson’s precocious and inflated little squire. In this renegade and horrible authoritarian trance of mania, JFK was small change in a big way.
