Huey Long’s assassination may not count for much with most people, James Garfield is also wrongly overlooked, but if anything can remedy that about Long it would be his last words, no, don’t kill me, I have so much to do.   Who involved in work unfinished and important could fail to feel the moral fragmentation of such an unfitting end? People ask me what I want from all the hardship? It is of course AIDS Nuremberg but shy of that social goal what can I achieve on my own in terms of giving hope to that one witness for whom I have written, the abstract peer, who I do not know and have never met and may not even exist, not meaning God, because the possibility of reaching someone is real.   That goal would be to pen the essay that answers the horrible translucence of the rabid mind behind the attack on my generational cohort. Inevitably, this is not a one issue affair.

      Zones are at work.  The fact of the day today was a survey of the Obama generation, 40% of the men and 30% of the women saying they would hide their HIV status to get laid.   You can see what a Queer on Queer crime HIV has been with Trump’s America. Withholding the truth a handful of shifties hope to make a ransom on a killing.   Zones are at work. The Publisher’s Project to which Daniel Boorstin was advisor included Future Shock explaining Burstyn’s quip, “this is a very old letter.”  Zones are at work. The function of R.D. Laing is profoundly telling.  He specialized in psychological convolutions, elliptical perceptions. This was all planned for a cohort, a seizure by force against the hope of the Peace Corps generation whose leaders were flattened.

      I know from argumentation forged by the attackers that they find themselves very brainy.   They pout that the situation is a klondike (gold) claim held in stalemate by the rude idea I cudda saved John Lennon against the verified fact that the attackers penned that illusion for the ride, as a conversation to play hidden war games by, planning to cover torture and profoundly extend abuses, which I manifestly knew nothing about and in responsible urgency sought mature awareness.  None has been forthcoming through no fault of my own. The attackers, controlling media, would not allow me to warn because they say Lennon was dead and get away with it. They say it was easy as the type to withhold how easy it is.

       I saw a made for TV film.  In it a very sincere husband after years of faithful marriage, makes a mistake and seeking to be forgiven he tells his wife under the terms of their marriage, do you remember dearest when we were betrothed so many many years ago we promised to divulge if we ever swayed?  And he tells her, she pauses and cackles and let’s on what the viewers had long observed, that she had been having an affair for years with someone. In his horror, he goes insane, following her from locked room to locked room seeking to cut her down. I know the feeling well.  The discovery that the Beatles knew all along that AIDS was an attack and were playing a game about it left me with that terrible hatred.

              I learned in college that the arrangement with DD in the script between 12 and 13 are the respective ages of female and male pituitary development in puberty and since Peckham was in that field of vivisection, his son Andrew announcing “big cut/no blood” at home plate and “Noah’s Ark” when walking on tires, it follows that the Riddler, which is what Trump turned out to be, had Judge Pechman in his pocket over this case.  While many people feel sickened by my castration, there is reason to be glad at not having to enlist with the disgustos who allowed this to evolve and refused to follow safety guidelines in 1984 when they were proposed in an attack.

      The reason the voices are under-reported is because of how psychotic Michelle Obama is when it comes to prescriptive tirades from above below, but I’m sure you’ve heard how horrid voices can be to the afflicted, now imagine our society’s worst enemy having access for their imbecile views right into the mind of America.   Kennedy was shot under the sign Hertz because that is the name of the man who discovered microwaves, and once you realize the blithering achievement of Ultrahigh, by the new Wright Wings of Revered Paul, you also understand the unspeakable powers of their illusion machine and for once you are on track. The murdering pig thinks it should be allowed.  He crows that because he says it, you should believe he really believes it, lie after cowardly lie.