This is sort of a master tribute to a non-caring age, but the reason I know about the holocaust community experiment I was used in is that some of their papers naming me where they talk about what they've done are in my possession. If someone wanted to specifically trace who was behind the AIDS attack it could easily be done from my case records, (I do not have HIV exposure, but have been gravely impaired in punishment reprisals for talking, the consequences of which have caused me to discuss Medical Withdrawal from TCC), leading to men like Wattenmaker which is a name chosen for its utility conveying the nuclear ultimatum (watt-maker). What I have learned from failure to interest anyone is not to belabor the points although they are serious and tragic. Clearly, I am overworked from years in poverty without pay trying to make sure my peers can know.
To give you an example of what makes it impossible, I have a facial nerve injury. If I pull on it it is visible. This demonstrates a nerve agent was used. The Chinatown eye doctor/scientist corroborated by tests and proof that I was subject to slaughtering beatings as a child. I was about 98 lbs. The names, again, are indexical, the Pitmans, which is like Pitt, pit of hell, pit bull, hitmen, (quarrymen), etc. University of Pittsburgh Police arrested me for talking about it on campus. They claim that all of my wounds were self-inflicted and began taunting me with images of Van Gogh.
The letters by the holocaust survivor community, among other things, clearly illustrate the nerve agent, and I think it was part of their hope to do this openly and show no one cares, that document has with it in my records something I wrote, age 14, the morning after it was administered. It reads, "my soul was retching out from inside of me, my soul-conscious took over, you must stop, how can you do this to yourself?" Pitt uses this for Catch-22 material behind their Van Gogh alibi, when all the attending evidence clarifies that I was very nearly killed by them, and my judgment completely negated, to use their words, forcing me to "in jest" what they poisoned me with.
As a follow-up study they used me for a second holocaust experiment after gassing me as a hostage child this time a war game about mandatory AIDS testing on Mt. Desert Island in 1988 evidence for which proves the FEMA at Pitt were planning it in 1974. There's no end of proof. I have proven my contestations many, many times. No one cares. To hide that they do not care they manufacture what they portray as plausible alternative explanations. The fact that these explanations are fraud is obvious by the endless labyrinthian way they keep up with myriads of gyrations generated by the counter-indications which are clearly the direction of the truth. It is the labyrinthian mind of the study in mission headquarters at work that proves the criminal hand by that direction, that of the alibi program, as well. It is too carefully laid a deceit not to have been pot-boiled in the same pot..
Meanwhile, the ruse being generated as a plausible explanation is full of crime, murder and evasions. In the art of Penis Gabriel you have lovers dying after sex shriveling up and dying in the hands of their lovers. This is the mind behind the alibi for the horror crime and the interrogation presenting his more plausible, deranged and fictive, pseudo-explanation, and yet by every indication himself implicated, consumed in deceit, allowing not one moment of contrary, factual information. He is selling his labyrinth as a presentation of ethereal music to die to as lemmings to, while fictitiously leering that he is protesting, staying popular. Penis Gabriel is the ingenue who brought together Warhol with NASA in an infinite tirade of slander hooliganism. While lying and slandering, raping and bombing, he wrote an alibi for attackers. So there is a simple explanation, well advised to seek out, that Penis Gabriel knew all along, so raping horrors of the sort he promotes as therapy don’t really profit from that convoluted explanation for them-muh.
Penis Gabriel’s partner Gail Burstyn made a lot of noise about Honor Codes. Putting aside what we now know about the child-raping, murder-loving foreign English by its nature inherent intrinsicality, what could this swastika-licking honor code be of which they bray? When it isn’t gnashing like a rabid beast of prey at helpless and innocent American children? By what callow obscenity does it seek to puff up its shirt in vulgar supremacy of a dour and base hypocrisy of the lowest imaginable lying level? Some snickering hand of bribery and false promise they tutor the destroyed by? Is it some ravenous mission that those of us not endowed with the ripper mania of thrall in delusion-mongering and hate might alleviate our premises by for having been so misinformed as to believe the laws of God might be expected to grant some serenity in practice from ruthless evil? Clearly it is an Honor Code from the Kingdom of Genesis and if the stench of poison and putrescence isn’t enough that will suffice. It is a talisman worn that announces the agency of the wearer for a child-raping pig.
It is clear from the photograph of Jack Ruby with the Neva Corporation gentleman in Dallas Police HQ the game of the Bush menagerie. They looked for the lips in the doctors’ offices. Any woman who was not owned by church controls was driven into the shackles of sex slavery by a Church-and-Pornography alliance hammered out ruthlessly in foreign London. The plan was to liberate women into slavery and as usual it was driven by the absurd Euro-feminist hypocrisy of the Royal klan, with their femme Nikita Jacqueline Rosa. Announced as a Legion of Decency their symbol in the AIDS attack was toothbrush mustached nuns, Hitler nuns, which their most remorseless ripper punned as swasticker girls, better than Mississippi. If the rabid conveyed by their concept art mockery of “Honor Code” what they’ve really done it might dawn on Americans that they were honor bound to defend the President who was murdered, but alas nothing is real, the slipknot ties the horde to worship of celebrity by announcing that JFK, Reagan and Lennon were all holy birds of a feather, not in the least bit interested in the reality others face, the attackers differentiated themselves by crude association with their targets, they did indeed release AIDS and they packaged it with a charity scam announcing that the lowlives were no better than George Romero’s zombies and incited them to behave exactly that ways as one. How noble.
The rabid ripper placed a mortuary-like epigram, “Acknowledgement to D.T.” on his paeon to sadistic vivisection on American children in 1974 when which obviously means that Donald Trump wrote the Texas Schoolbook over Dallas, Texas, that was when he appeared as a cameo in the film, “Network,” the money man of fake news and murder on the set why mince words about the obvious, he cares! The ripper hatter Penis Gabriel is photographed during his tour about multi-women sexers shriveling up and eating each other with two picks on his nose, laughing that he knows the pick needed to remove immortality, there was only one Midori Goto, so it was really quite simple how they planned to humiliate James MacRyland Crary, target of Hitler pigs who claim they are top sacredly good like JFK. Clinton put up a front, Stone and Geffen were facilitators, nothing is real, but Onassis yachts in Santa Monaca. They used our screams for special effects, there’s a rip of Kyra Schon’s shirt and they blood curdlingly scream, turn on the clairvoyance machine and presto the Jackson Labs burn down on cue.
We are supposed to ignore absolutely everything. Derf, used in the text, was a baited symbol to specifically sucker into specification shrieks of, “that doesn’t mean!” to allow more child raping leisure for the foreign haters. The crime was structured English on so many levels, when they are done poisoning someone who asked questions, we can move to the fact that clicking of boots and the sound zzzzz were known and written to have induced trauma by trigger psychology in holocaust survivors and guinea pigs like Jimmy Creary, but no, “THAT DOESN’T MEAN!” we shriek on cue like a seal barking for a autographed fish when we see the name Ronnie ZzzSinski. It’s a lie to say it doesn’t mean what it says and who it was is behind it. Donald Trump wrote the Texas Schoolbook, it’s obviously true, Obama was his big idea all along, indexed to Wattenmaker, he got his international pals together for a bomb scare, courtesy Oliver Stone and Vladimir Putin, nobody knows where they hid Lennon after his James Bond double fantasy exit facelift, but I hear Argentina’s a nice place.
