It is easier than ever to mistake political commentary by the front runners for lampoon or tongue-in-cheek remarks, but apparently Obama, past-President, was serious when he issued the bray that when the opposition goes low he goes high.  The purpose of this essay is to examine this claim to determine 1. If it is true. 2. If he means the opposite that when the opposition goes high he goes low. 3. If it is false. This will be an interesting voyage into the netherland of what Obama really did and what he really stands for.   Donald Trump is in office and Saoirse Kennedy is dead. Richard and Ian, white British eccentrics, both honorary The Black Men, are still at large.  

      The die is cast for a permanent rupture between me and the NWAsianWeekly.   Out of friendship, love of Chinatown, I am relieving Dr. Greg Chin of all obligation to stand by his testimony regarding scientific evidence of childhood beatings.  NWAsian has long sided with Ming Na Wen over Chin i, an orphan of Korea. Although this occasions the idea that a person seeking peace my skew theory in favor of the benefit of the doubt, due to the V.A. situation with Brooks, Karl and Obama, I obligingly described the circumstances as I see them surrounding the death of Donnie Chin while refusing to implicate the Chinese doctor from UW whose name was on the offending malpractice script, since the lookout, unidentified registered nurse, was the culprit who summoned the malpractice.  I still feel that is what happened, regarded Mr. Chin as a friend and am floored by the idea that someone would exploit my tragedy to violate the law.

      What is revealed by the flim-flam UW offered up by way of a twist in the vein of Chow Yun Fat recalls a style of warfare that is so unlike America that not even the right wing have done it before but it was long known in the Orient.  Ieyasu sacrificed a wife and son to prove feudal loyalty and the F.B.I.’s decision to sacrifice the Kennedy girl avoids confounding Obama and Wen over such seemingly trivial, but paradigmatic issues as the Kelly School incident. Who knows what all Isis N’dour used as his threatening wedge, I mean, a Federal Judge was snipered here in Seattle.   A girl was incinerated in Pittsburgh. The professional conveyances behind these acts lack validity, issue from scam.   

     The monsters of Pittsburgh had Prebanic in name on Mt. Desert Island and in watch on Woods Hole.  Their ghouls yap about going out and getting bush from not less than psychiatric administration. We saw them kill Soon.   For them it’s a shield-clanging mentality against intellectualism where sensibility for minority pain is used to outwit American dreams in advocacy for Germany.  It turns out that NWAsian isn’t really seeking justice, they want to win in Hollywood and they don’t mind who with. They aren’t prioritizing the truth they are engaged in spinning the power wheel of sociological bull-work, the usual UW stuff.

      In the Obama question advocacy for minorities was to outwit our values by appointing fascist representation of the aggrieved token classifications.   The grudge of history is therefore conferred on the person standing in the shoes of the grudge symbol. By killing Dr. King the scriptwriters empowered their attorney Obama to preach Gail Burstyn.

         The V.A. created a pussyball ledger based on a partnership between the Pgh. NAACP and Gail Burstyn.   Her script talks about crushes, Trojan wars for sexual access and women who behave better after poison and serial beatings.  In Pittsburgh, a quasi-educational foundation set in, which circumvented schools, and was called by the mutter, high and low, of the nature of reality.   Nelson Harrison calls such things by the whore house sit-in idea of sexual equity. While the V.A. puffs itself up as having a moral alliance of bi-racial veterans from the war that, by the way, led the Chief Counsel at Nuremberg to pen a paperback.   They created by entrapment, with Martin Sheen, a sexual code of Holy War mayhem for celebrities favored by God in holy Hollywood. The value of pulling off a one night stand as a dare on me during the AIDS attack’s panic boom promoted the breast-beating of Spike ole Lee wearing his race horns proudly.  It’s been a ugly spectacle, Jimmy made image, and nothing is worse than the way Seattle Queers chimed in the for the assassins because men who tortured me were Fag Metal stars.

          Following what Kirshner calls house rules it was only a question of taking out someone we love.   What does fair play have to do with it? They yammer. There isn’t any doubt I’m right. The entire plan is thoroughly visible in the Anglo-Asian pornography system, a market alliance set up long ago in planning by the minions of King Edward VIII, a biography about whom went to press under my family name of Donaldson the years the letters went out from Burstyn.   Sheen and Ono, in vengeance of Shiono, just provide the plotters’ winning circle for the minority magnates at Carnegie Mellon catering to the fallacies and frustrations at work.   

      AIDS was low.  It was the very definition of low, it elevated the most loathsome standard of muckraking, scandalizing and yellow journalism; and its frightening, sizzling, home wrecking, death row advocate was put into spin by corporate attorney Obama, who hovers over my house with Louie Wifey role auditioners while watching to see Pittsburgh klukkers ask civilized greeting, so that in derision the Black man can connect the white dots for his hooded partners.   Obama chose to advocate for the AIDS attack as a race war strategy to announce that the good kind fear not.