The most important comment ever made by Martin Luther King gets let airplay than some of his comments more useful to ideology. He said not to judge someone by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. Dr. Ralph Proctor of Black Horizons television and teacher at Community College of Allegheny County said that Obama’s black skin was sufficient reason to vote for him. Perhaps, for many, even if someone of a different color or albino had opposed the Detroit bailout for reasons of enhancing mass transit, untangling the legacy of Henry Ford (decorated by Hitler) and General Electric, in order to ease the climate forcing house blackening our soot ravaged horizon and the future of our children.

On this day, Nov. 20, 2018, approaching the anniversary of Kennedy’s being punished by the friendly ghost of the enemy within, four unidentified as yet people, ages 20-31, in Southwest Philadelphia, were led unbound into their cellar and executed by gunshots to the head. This exercise in American civics is what the University of Pittsburgh would intone to be “the nature of reality.” Although there is no evidence that it was impersonal, so many modern rage killings are a translation of the belief that people are symbols, de-humanized to accord a concept of hate, that allows pernicious ideas of identity by symbol, rather than character, to become proving grounds before the bedlam of syphilitics.

It was at E/W Circuit Road, where Michael Ewart used to jog (you get the idea) that the Machine Intelligence war gamers of CMU set upon me in post-trauma. One of them, Martin Andelman, is famous for a takeover bid at Wells Fargo. Another, Dolly Meieren, was associated with Sean Strub, the suicide bomber in the AIDS attack outside the Dakota for Lennon and his partner Chapman. It was in this nook of creation that a Korean deaf girl was made sport into a Gabriel Shock Absorber because Chin I Chin Chin was a neighbor in the hood of Ivan Itkin where Leslie Katz had been Salmun Rushdie’d from the Paleozoic over her virginity.

Which brings me to Midori “Go/to” of the Neva Confederacy. All she and Robert Fripp’s sister had to say was, “boy we do not want to sleep with you.” Instead they targeted an impacted neuroplasm by attack prostitute after lying that they didn’t “want to be involved in a personal” way. Bizarre torture mayhem from on high that led to one of the most ugly incidents in the history of American politics. Suffering from intestinal problems from a Federally warned off medication about which I was misinformed, spraying gases and bowels torn loose, consuming gobs of anti-gas tablets, I finally obeyed the Clinton Machine’s demand I APOLOGIZE to Yoko Ono, who refused to receive me. On the way, I passed a train stop close enough to where Mz. Goto was set to play that night that I could have arrived, like a rocket man poofing, Jean the Birdman getting it done, to the howls of laughter of foreign English.