In discussing Kennedy’s murder with me, Rick Vizzutti once said, “what a complex web they weave,” but Greg Karl, speaking for the British, lewdly intoned, “the listener is led through a bewildering myriad of surface details to arrive at the fundamental themes,” so knowing that there are fundamental themes at work it is possible to dredge and scour the complex web and find them out.   One fact obvious to examiners is that the cult of rampage, always anti-Liberal, and anti-Liberalism is always the function of Appeasers to Hitlerianism, are individuals who construe the assassination of Kennedy as abandonment and shop for an America who are looking for fun, not meaning.

       One key component of what was done is found in the way that Trump’s long-time planning targeted the Peace Corps.   The so-called Postcard Incident was when Marge Michelmore circulated to hysterics her detached, sheltered American framework so they would rise as one to denounce American efforts on their behalf.   The same gang, led by Israel Cyril Wecht working with Yoko Ono on the pornographic kidnapping, torture and exploitation of Jimmy Crary, included Thos. Gordon of Harvard Anthropology, advised by his brother Richard, who knew long before the Warhols pulled the move, the function that Youssou N’dour would play in yammering about Old Testament Law to protect the investments.

      There is a pornographic film that perfectly captures the spirit of Jay Inslee.  A woman is found raped in the road and her rescuer lures the victim to his car, and begins fondling her to rape her again.  These government planners voided my dignity and rights to a separate reality as an American of peace. They are roadkill specialists on a spree.  The Peace Corps also allowed a fanatical Christian into Fuji to ripper a happy go lucky girl and spread the image of the enraged and jealous American that the chemists were pot-boiling for Britain and Israel.  “You think you’re better than us,” morphing into the snicker that, “if you try to help Blacks they will only turn on you,” had become the crybaby inadequate devil.

       They worked on this.   A key element was Kathy Ke, who was a long black haired Asian whose Black suitors lined up on her porch in harassment daily, indexed to KE for King Edward, and deeply involved in Holocaust survivors.   Her boyfriend Eric Sandberg called the tune for Pittsburgh when his partner Stewart O’Nan announced a “Walled City” around “Lydia” where Katz lived, slumming it for the Atlantic Monthly and Cyril Wecht in the AIDS attack.   His partners at CCAC wanted me to be their Gummo, the wayward, halfway child turned into a terrible infant of rage and soothsay, the mayhem of those who sold the kids on just spreading AIDS and saying, “hehn.” Child sex and drugs was a brutal Draft impossible to dodge in that neck of the Israeli satellite woods.