One of my Gay interpreters at school, in front of a cowering group of students, began railing at me that you don’t pay you don’t play, a sign of the casino leachate drooling at me as the object of a foreign goblin’s sex trafficking wheel, murder for charity bullies who are indexed by a Jewish script to alliance with Gutendorf gangsters.   They took me hostage as a child in a stolen Lincoln “Cont” from which they brutally assassinated me. The picture of their scriptwriter, Gail Burstyn, appears on the cover of their foreign government album, God Save the Queen. Hitler’s Queers in Seattle actually enjoy the Extermination Game.

I know where the maniacal killer comes from.  I met their lead raider behind the set at a Philadelphia King Crimson show.  He snarled at me with a drooping British hate, “aren’t you lucky,” when I mentioned his employer writing to me.

The reason the murderers are so sure that they can, for ripper hatter example, use Roberto Clemente's name for the rape of a girl who is legally a child, is that their play station are occupied wall to wall with their own victims of torture and extermination. They have padded themselves with dependents who they hold in thrall while transferring blame to the country they betrayed.

Seattle is one of the dens of Hitler's Queers, the least expected strongarm machine in the AIDS extermination. Instead of investigating properly, they have tried to extend the bondage. The murderers are ferocious, Federal and criminally insane. Their concept was Canary the Caretaker.

You will do what Herbert Simon Says.

They plan to make pity-party the leer by which they use Roberto’s name for rape.  They defile and abuse every good deed, just as they murder and torture people they lure to the office of Amnesty International.

Neva Corporation wanted from the start to build a self help pyre from the AIDS attack at the instigation of their dacoits at Warhol.  Hitler Nuns are their swastika girl symbol. The British killed the Kennedys for this operation by the Ruling Stones. The rabid are poisoning me to demonstrate the biological linkage, no one gets outta here alive, partnership of Oliver Stone and Cornel West.   The murderers behind the AIDS attack have been allowed to position themselves as charity bullies among the target group. The dacoitery alliance of Seattle Police with NW Asian Weekly was announced by a massage raid story where the women targeting me I know for a fact are doing nothing illicit.  Their insane entrapment is loud and clear. Posing as an ethics investigation into human trafficking, the murderers behind the raid are in fact advancing extermination war slavery.

The Kennedy assassins planned all along to use Pity Party to sell their license to murder and rape.

The charity bullies are using mouth poison in Seattle.

What was too low for South African Police, who rejected a plan to poison Nelson Mandela in the brain, is a vicious cause for gloating among Seattle Green Party partisans who shamelessly poisoned me as a symbolic white in the brain to pleasure foreign enemies, beating me to a pulp as a helpless child, deranged with fright, they spat on me and called a sissy from school Administration who didn't bother to report my absence after I reported death threats and then disappeared for a month.

I withdrew a letter questioning the Massage Parlor Raids in Chinatown to NW Asian Weekly.   While I am sympathetic to the plight of Asian women held in sex trafficking by the exterminators in Seattle, I realize that the plan and the game of the exterminators in the AIDS attack is as much NW Asian Weekly’s doing as Gail Burstyn’s cronies.  I note the fact that one of the monsters behind the mouth poison worked for them and they knew about the government mouth poison in advance that greeted me when they lured me back home. It is part of the Canary the Caretaker wheel planned in advance by Britain in the war crime of Mt. Desert Island.  They themselves are behind Andrea Swimmer who made surveillance tapes for the Graham Foundation of Neva narrative they impacted for spite. They themselves are behind taking me hostage to sex slavery. In the name of human progress they are sponsors of the war on sex. They are terrifying hate criminals, driven insane with greed by ethnic loyalty to the ravages of Yoko Ono. I had nothing to do with that rabid animal John Lennon’s stepping out.  They themselves are behind reducing me to a mockery for Donald Trump in the name of Midori Goto. As much as I love Chinatown, it is too much. It is too much to expect me to give the sanction of the victim to my own being exterminated. It is a criminal operation from start to finish that they have not faithfully reported and investigated. They just scheme to make victims of themselves for status quo gains, the exact game they chronically accuse me of playing after subjecting me to serial mutilationism.

Who killed Donnie Chin?  It was probably the AIDS combine, to punish the Chin name for trying to protect me as good Samaritans.  They made a real enemy in Penis J. Sinfield, a foreign English indexer for the Texas Schoolbook, a glowering, child-raping moneybag.

To see such rancid deviancy prancing in cold blood from the foundations of Seattle Government is frightfully shocking.  Knowing that they are covering for the horrendous plot of men who made the film, “Night of the Living Dead,” is absolute sacrilege against the hopes of our nation, yet Seattle stares, drooling, filthy, and Hitlerian, unable to summon the courage to admit what they have done.  In support of the war on sex, they have dressed up as Tojo ronin, gnashing in their tights and clanging their blue house massacre, slasher murder shields, bellowing for a souvenir to hell, just like the killing field soldiers of the Emperor that Warhol ape. Penis Gabriel is a lying, barking Caligula, child rapist and ripper hatter.