The Bush-Clinton-Obama triumvirat while holding me in terror and semi-coma neurotrauma for law school war games (as fodder) itemized me as an object for a transnational feminist literary ordeal cloaking the confederate act of the attack.   So many fiendish people went the Roman road pointed out by British groove tube psychopaths like Penis Sinfield of Celine Dion that no one can even look at the truth of it for fear of being implicated, or tipping the balance accomplished by humoring the attackers.    

      I took philosophy before and the A while seemingly testifying to the teacher’s awareness that I tended to think a real, real lot, was not on the level.   It reminds me of the “indian slander” I used to get from Gail Burstyn in her knights of Ethan call to the Cross of the Crimson King Edward and from Dalip, who would mock me with the words, “you are so great.”    It also reminds me of my first meeting with MisterRogers outside the Mason Lodge as a child still sometimes carried in arms. He treated me like I was on the only child on earth about whom he was genuinely afraid, but he talked quickly, intensely and adultfully with mother Nancy.

       Anyone who knows the conjuring act by Leslie Katz at his crossroads church would seize at the irony of Lennon’s blood on his chin i chin chin in the flick How I Won the War in which he is a follower of Oswald Mosley, not exactly fiction.  It’s even striped like the Rosemary Willis dress on the bloody glove doll and Burstyn’s archetype on God Save the Queen. Lemme see, Rogers was at WQED. That would be QE (Elizabeth).

      Interestingly, Wattenmaker’s (see Vat theory in Stanford Philosophy Encyclope/dia) first act was to give me Jack London’s Call of the Wild who was at Klondike I hear with the Trumps.   He’s the one who got me to bb gun a bird. How sad it was. I thought I’d miss.

     The cop in Dealey Plaza looked into the gutter, the direction of the Carousel Club, so to speak, and the evangelical extremists, posing as shock jock provocateurs, helped the British pull off a holy war play station during the Artificial Intelligence Empathy stage rights of the holocaust unfolding, normalizing and transcending.   

     The mother of the boy from Fox Studios in my house for the grab of the big picture used to say, “why should I care if this is a police state, since I’m a police woman.”  She was obviously speaking for Ono and Company.