UW’s obsession with me is result of the same cause of Pitt’s, being that I am the special object of their derision, the symbol of their proof that the AIDS attack was justified! Justified! For this reason, in the manner of comic book villains for whom victory is never complete until the victim knows who did the crime, which find the villain determined to show their face and laugh in the face of their prey, they constantly confront me with their thinking as challenges and snicker stop me before I kill again. This bird’s eye view of their political action yields some insights.

     One of the issues that mystifies me is forever the sticker Obama’s union party put on the escalator at CCAC with his face and the caption: The Joke’s On You. You remember what the joke is, Obama? That non-violence got Martin Luther King killed? The joke may be on me but you are the one who is laughing.

      We saw the ripper model of their enthusiasm, the murder of Shannon Harps in Capitol Hill, N’dorsed by the Stranger and various museum faction coalition privy to and graduated by UW. They were persuaded to test the experiment whereby Queerbait would be shown violent in the face of the virus, to which they added poison in the mouth. The Queerbait was forced to shake a fist and thus provided the amusement.

     The derogatory nature of Texas government who rendered JFK a past question of anthropology have nothing over the Love Loves behind the AIDS attack. Their thinking is that I am unimportant and that important people have names. If you don’t remember the names of the disappointed girls who are stuck with surviving in a state promoting multicultural fascism then you couldn’t possibly mean their promotion. Lost in all this are the important principles that protect society.

     The important people have no need to worry about that, so the joke’s on me. They’ve made a huge prize out of the claim that by calling those principles important I therefore am privileging the honor of American society which for them is a scream of rage against the real government of multicultural fascism, an alliance of media hypnotic celebration of symbols.

      One of the ways UW gets this to work is to kill people. They kill symbols. The Blacks yammer oh they have killed a Black, so UW kills a white and tell Blacks not you can feel better and they do. This privileges victim status into a license to kill. Black victim status trumped the AIDS attack throughout the 80’s and was formally finalized well into the 90’s. The system of solar tracking found in the ancient monuments of Chaco Canyon are primary topic at adjunct school TCC where I attend for the simple reason that it was keyed to a secret the discovery of which unfolded its majestic art. Simply put it is now a metaphor for Two Virgins Pussyball that eugenically underwrote the AIDS attack. They get a picture of me next to another legal student in the vanguard of the white right wing and hustle it to Biggy Smalls who says then chirp to the gangstas, a white insulted you, and media starts up plying the deranged all over again.

      Association may not prove guilt but this is media burgh not a court of corruption and the jury is not out on the AIDS attack it is a done deal. Once you see all this it IS what you think it is. When the rabid came around after promoting the sex, drugs and rock situation using their stage as a bully pulpit about exposure of personal behavior the writing was on the wall. They gave blacks a big office and money claims over the queerbait to prove that the principles of dignity meant nothing to Pittsburgh. It’s a tier chop shop. If you didn’t tie ‘er up you are to blame for your stupid idealism losing us the Pussyball spoils and you will pay with your cock and your girlfriend. It’s gets that creepy at UW.

      To understand Israel’s role at Pitt, you just have to look at Yemen and how the Saudis smashed Arab Spring. The ubermensch of Black estate builders ride high on the hustling of identification with race champions, loyal to de Ark. Creative non-fiction can be a lovely thinking habit, but creative non-violence has been demolished into a performance spectacle by slave pit souvenirs being fed to the crocodile in the gladiator arena.

     UW blows. James MacRyland Crary says so.