For years I would have terrible spells of internal suffering, but didn’t know the neurological cause.  There were some horrendous, memorable ones, particularly on Mt. Desert Island, where I would cry and hear the screaming inside and not understand why I was being made a target and sinister laughingstock over my deafness.   The Military in State of Washington had convinced the racial sadists in the Civil Rights Movement that their idea was neat, to afflict the white with a tool that raped it down to its survival instinct, then therapy it with false love, rip it away, taunt it with abortion, strip it to seizures and humiliation, rape it neurologically, target its mind hideously and then jump down hold pee pee shout, “MUHAMMED ALI!!! FORGEEV!”   Raping deaf Jeannie.

      The murderers in State took me hostage to hospital treatment by poison crime, enlisted peers in sniveling that they thought I was weird which translated in their books to dangerous for being non-violent, while their Green Party ripper murdered a bystander shrieking that was in wait for any who dared victim status with compense by a single penny.

      The psychotics working with British Intelligence and the Federal Bureau of Investigation had this all worked out in advance long before Lennon was cast into the central role as Hitler’s sunlight of Spirit and immortal renool.