It is inappropriate for American intellectuals to abandon our root premises.   That is the significance of JFK’s having written an introduction to a book about Native Americans in sympathy as part of his political philosophy.   It is intolerable that in the name of insight and progress our black intelligencia should be found in alliance with our sworn enemies. Published in 1960 Kennedy’s book The Strategy of Peace, which was a strategy, not a dreamer’s prayer, should be read carefully for what it says about today.   His killers were high stakes gamblers who bet if they silenced him his philosophy would die. We had no business allowing them to be found right. Reassessment for our dislocated vantage point will spark denial.

       Most of my work pertains to the holocaustal web spun by his killers.  It can not be avoided. Kennedy’s gift wasn’t his charisma, it was his ability to look at the whole picture from above and below.  Some of the comments about reason and food said by him and about him in his Strategy of Peace will sound unfamiliar in today’s society despite being still as rooted and obvious as ever.   No doubt a reader unprepared will shudder since we can no longer awaken from Trump, but in reminding us of FDR’s concern for the forgotten man, the introduction says of Kennedy’s speeches about dynamic liberalism that “it is interesting that these speeches are never marred by loose abuse of Republicanism and its leaders.” (Nevins, xi).   American’s intensifying tragedy has the opposite theme now because Republicans and their Tea Party pests have absolutely forced us to sink to their level. They insulted us by blindside attacks on our children, spat on our women by shooting us dead then calling their power to replace the void by mock elections legitimate, and even kicked our notebooks in which we tried magnanimously to commemorate their contributions.  Who can deny it? We can ill afford to offer them the sort of ongoing tribute and services rendered so greedily by profiteers at the NAACP.

        This is not to say that black intellectuals cannot keep up with Kennedy, unfairly or not there is catch up work involved, and Dr. Ralph Proctor has shown from Pitt and WQED what it means to follow his lead, his ill-wisdom, in declaring that being Black alone is sufficient reason to vote for a man or woman.  With Kennedy dead, and no way to answer, his books off the shelves, and no one to read them, it was easy to announce that he is the WHITE! A symbol of hegemony to blame for the plight of the Chinese, despite being a great distance from a man like Judge Roy Bean the anti-intellectual progenitor of Donald Trump. Reason and food are inseparable words unless you plan to become an animal for which there are two easy paths, one into the gutter, and the other into the billion dollar skyrise.  Neither path is redemptive, but they are fast becoming the chosen ones.

       Looking at the revelation that the military industrial complex includes a pornography and holocaust branch of execution is sobering and can no longer be ignored.   The shock of the attack, its venom and the silence all amounted to manipulation of a British spymaster macabre. By attacking queers in their honor the attackers made them expend their energy uselessly defending their dignity by being driven into siege, death and sadism of their own by which their legacy now has to be rejected as they struggle to maintain the normality they argued for, and persuade they mean it.  One can only laugh with hatred at those who have sought to use the poison for their schemes.

        It is cruel to the intelligence, but by the grace of history true, that on his way to the awaiting guillotine the criminals in state and power wheeled JFK through Tacoma, with Seattle nearby, because a very serious urgency arises here like no other area of our land, that when you abandon the principles of the United States, the timeless ones, discarding them with cynicism as lackluster and unfit, you should burn your identification card with it, to show your sincerity.  Nobody doubts that the treasuries of foreign English and Nazism of old would gladly take our property, our heritage, our children’s spirits, and do away with them, and insist that we show our sincerity by inviting them to do it. You don’t have to be an American to be America’s friend, but you do have to know what it means. Seattle doesn’t. Somehow they got the idea that poison crime is an art form. They have brainwashed themselves from head to toe with the notion and can no more shake it off than a Vulcan can shake its logic.  It is pointless to deny it and it is pointless to argue.

      Our society is one where innocence counts for something.  It is not a racial barter. Americans have no business negotiating the concept of innocence based on a half wit racial ledger, Americans have no business trusting the NAACP when they spout that whites should have their rights gratuitously removed because Blacks suffer from their denial.  It is a root principle. Innocent people are entitled to protection. Blacks who are wrongfully convicted are entitled to rescue. People who can be reformed should be regarded as wayward friends, but don’t turn our souls over to incorrigible Nazism of any shade or stripe. Some people lie through the teeth and stab in the back, and they are loud and clear from Warhol.  Their rationalizations are always the same, the droning of thugs, sneering, don’t expect better from us. Don’t. That’s so consistently their message it should be their campaign platform, their slogan, their pledge, then people will know they aren’t voting for ideals or practical intelligence, just hotheads with nothing to say and many innocents to prey upon. One thing Youssou N’dour isn’t is a star-spangled Senegalese.

        When the Neva Corporation used a C in the Star of David for its company message they knew that the AIDS victims were going to be the new Jews.  Israel, who helped them, had decided that America couldn’t be taken seriously. The English, the new Germans, lisped, leered, heckled and cajoled towards the gas chambers, the NAACP had no business hiding the truth, joining the merriment, adding to the cunning, lying through the teeth, and making them look right, slapping five over the pornography they got off from Jimmuh Queebait.   When Greg Karl wrote, “the persona is subjected to successive degradations of the X-motive and subsumed into a larger structure dominated by its adversary,” he got the blessings of American Blacks who think that Civil Rights has allowed them divorce from the human race. Being American may indeed be a privilege, because we stand for something.  One of them is the right to know.

     Political correctness and the showboat of Obama’s chicanery was carefully clocked with Two Virgins Pussyball to the AIDS attack hiding their magic weapons, like the nerve agent used for hypnosis on Jimmy Crary.  They never should have gotten away with it. Political correctness was a ruse of the Ark, and anyone can see it was temporary from the tone towards the dead of Donald Trump.