Donald Trump is a homicidal maniac. The reason he posed in front of a horseback rider wearing a shirt reading Piaget while being photographed with Warhol is that they knew that the opposite of the claim made by Britain and New York is what is true: that I could not have saved John Lennon. The reason is that although I was very bright as a child, the school measured me closely and knew that I didn’t understand metaphor. There were many reasons. For one, my sister and her friends were always ridiculing me and putting me down. For another, my mother would shriek into my head like it was a microphone. There were beatings, acid attacks, torture, for one reason or another, my learning was stunted. I went deaf. Piaget was an expert in child development. Warhol was from Pittsburgh. His dacoits had gotten their hands on me. I was watched very closely by one of his friends Amilda Tuttle. Without understanding metaphor it would not have been possible to fathom that a twelve year old girl was an agent, anymore than that poor John Kennedy would have ever possibly understood that his wife, the passenger, was an assassin about to act fast. The agency that accused me protects the memory of Jacqueline, the passenger, and her notarizer for Midori Goto, Gail Burstyn. Behind this is the mechanism of vinyl rock, the Beatles machine.
The City of Pittsburgh and the University of Washington are liars, they are organized criminals, they think nothing of lying, never telling the truth, torturing a child, using it for animal vivisection, and outright murder. When you say you can’t do that, they laugh in your face and shout we just did. There’s detail, for example, I repeatedly received from the Community College of Allegheny County, routinely, form letters: You failed to make the required academic progress. I have one that I kept from the semester that I made Honors and Graduated. The person who sent it to me, however, meant it, they will do as they like, they are criminally insane.
The powerful surge of energy that came through America in 1964 was ignited by the Kennedy Era, but taken charge of by the Beatles mania. Sidney Poitier won an Academy, Cassius Clay beat Sonny Liston under his new name Muhammed Ali, and Lyndon Johnson sent McNamara to lie viciously about the situation in Vietnam. The new controllers were dead set on making America hated. The British had demanded High Justice status at Nuremberg. We see in the semiotics developed by my research clearly the symbolism of Kennedy being executed for Hiroshima. Hitler had friends in London. The truth about how the British feel about the United States of America can be seen in the horrible way that Penis J. Sinfield treated James MacRyland Crary. Calling himself Amnesty International, and King Crimson, this ripper hatter’s legacy is drowning in blood thicker than Manson, one of his ghouls.
It is very difficult to rationally discuss human rights and civil rights in America precisely because of the hypnotic power structure around popular culture music. In the days of the Beatles at the height you might as well have been dead if you weren’t on vinyl. They killed King and made a mockery of their crime. The whole script was predicated on the guarantee of forgiveness for murderers they claim more closely identify with the cult ideas of John Lennon, whose viciousness was supposedly the saving grace of the evil. The scripted ideas were all already in place. The murderers knew what they were going to do. They figured I would appeal to them, thinking they were wise leaders who didn’t know what was happening, and they planned already, in advance, to reject that appeal. As Martha Gellhorn, who wrote to me about all of this before she died, said of Dachau, “It did no man any good whatsoever to cry out from this place.” Hitchhiking from Pittsburgh to St. Louis just to hear that evil eccentric Robert Fripp, the lisper of Gurdjieff and suspect in renegade foreign policy stunts, certified that I would be held as a joke. The saddest detail, putting another passenger in play to make UW jealous enough to castrate a known innocent person, rape a deaf girl, kill a neighorhood hero, is just typical of Ringo Starr, who made vinyl, so, is more important than American Law. Whatever else, the digital disconnect we now live in owes a lot to the varmint totality from which the ripper Robert Fripp hails.
To the British Hiroshima made us war criminals, and John Lennon wanted revenge for Yoko Ono. I often wonder what people would say if they could hear what I do over the brainwave sonar. The Beatles wanted, and were given, maximum brainwash powers already, to break any law, rub in our faces their mockery for the assassins their machine and country committed with Ian Fleming and Allen Dulles, if you could hear over Fox News, “Ringo Starr is laughing is ass off,” over the success of the AIDS attack. There is mounting awareness that Penis Gabriel’s NASA trips and his song That Voice Again certify what the stupid Queers at Seattle Art Museum dream of their big kill, an experiment in mind blare so debasing to the American guarantee of justice and protection from unwarranted and insane methods of surveillance, that they are in glee at the kill that envy for a white would allow them to mutilate me publically. Even though the cause should be justice, the American NAACP is psychologically unfit and unable to admit a white is a victim.
The situation with the married woman from India in reality is a case in point in my favor. Obviously, the Obamas will never stand for allowing their children to know what they really did. The cinema semiotics all confirm the plan to advance Midori Goto as a saint of the Queers by humiliating a straight, deaf white by a nerve agent impacted for torture, and play secret darling of the Black Man by giving them victory in the Two Virgins Pussyball Top Sacred Tourney, raping deaf Jeannie as a comfort woman for the Yasukuni Shrine. The truth of what happened under Gutkind at Pitt is that the circumstances and pressures of evil hour, the totalitarian rise of AIDS as an act of evil against liberal values on campus about sex, created its own dialogue of ultimatum making me feel the challenge was in the air and necessary to understand who they were and expose what they were doing.
The generation largely betrayed themselves. Testifying to the traumatic obedience of a white child being controlled by deeply inhuman hustlers administering slaughtering blows had many utilities for the Pittsburgh NAACP and I was mocked openly and loudly by campus Jewry as I stumbled without memory through the aftermath in the hothouse of their attack prostitution. The children of Gorgon decided they would rather die than admit they were deceived. Having been promised everything in my name they were told to turn on me when I couldn’t deliver. Reagan’s most odious achievement was to weaponize his own victims. The rabid are so evil they didn’t even credit my years of hard labor trying to warn.
I remember very distinctly the age of Eleanor Roosevelt and John Kennedy, having learned some effective ways to make it less important how what happened did than what resulted (for brevity's sake). I don't particularly care for the brand of thinking that came after, the Monty Python skit with a Roman guard laughing at the Messiah telling him he can be free, "but I like orders!" The skit writers took great interest in the motivations of Eleanor and JFK and lurked around calling people who stood by a faith in civics guilty of abandonment while working their cynicism.
The danger in allowing people to premeditate arguments demanding love after treacherous, cruel, vicious, intentional, brutal, vile acts of torture they water down and call mistreatment is to the system that tolerates it, and that's all there is to say. It is exactly as if to say, okay, preacher, you won't mind if we shoot you, and if you do you are violating your collar. It is to use Christian stuff for premeditated hostility assured of the guarantee forgiveness is due. I do not believe in constructive engagement when it comes to the truly felonious.
UW sociology, Aaron Dixon and their gang, made no end of sport of me. They should not have made such a mockery of me. The sadism is beyond any imaginable forgiveness. To think that I would gladly help them in their deals and plots and ideas about politics is so deranged that my mind is shattered from their pressure lobby. I do understand how it operates and know perfectly well of the many arbitrary, slanderous and cruel mechanisms deployed by the City of Pittsburgh making out the violent, bitter, hostage ordeal I went through as a traumatized deaf child in a Manson capitivity (Mancine) out to be like I am just a white boy whining about lost privilege due to the delinquency around me, no facts are ever admitted in any respect due to the agenda. People who knew I was right and telling the truth were killed and raped in cold blood.
Accordingly there is nothing else I can or am willing to do to help. They have given charity too vicious of a name. All I can do is try as poignantly as possible to put into relief how they have operated so people who still want to do good works don't fool themselves. I suppose there's nothing really wrong with doing good works so long as you know the people you benefit will only turn on you in the end.
I'm sure that much of this applies exclusively to me. They brutally traumatized me into neurobedient docility and traumatized subconscious clawing to stay alive as a child, and have never shed a single tear of remorse. I managed, in my defense, to do nothing wrong. This didn't stop them from identifying me as a prey they have marked and dare anyone just go ahead and try to stop them. It's not a normal situation.
