A society that prefers the charismatic personalities of their favorite celebrities over their Bill of Rights and dignities as a society and nation will not end up very logical and an illogical society is more likely to brush aside things that don’t make sense and then shut down attack things that do. For Mr. Paul McCartney, who the foreign English call Sir, it has not taken much out of his scruples to defend and justify the blind side attack by armed men on a 98 lb. grade school American child, he just sniffs and laughs, “Cudda saved John Lennon,” while denying that the attack may have caused damage to the developing mind of a child making it harder to believe a 12 year old could be informing him of crimes in the name of Love. At the time this 12 year old prodigy, already symbolically preparing for the arriving of Midori Goto, this Jewish subgenius Gail Burstyn was explaining the AIDS attack in post-doctrinal language, Donald Trump was 28 years old which would make him just seventeen when Jackie Onassis’ First Lady Honor Guard put the hit on JFK. Why, a precocious circle of mavericks!
The attackers called James MacRyland Crary a special case exception. To make it possible for the attackers to claim that their names were stolen and used for the crime, James was told the truth, and then dared to say it. The ability to understand begins and ends with your belief in what they really are technologically and morally capable of doing. We can hardly say that the murder of JFK was a piece of fiction just because the way it was presented was any more than we can deny that Diamonda Galas posed outside the World Trade Centers with a stiletto before the Anthrax Day attack there which indexes directly to her claim of cause, being HIV, all while mysteriously protecting Gail Burstyn whose partner Sean Strub was outside the Dakota with Mark David Chapman. What does that mean? That the heroes who killed John Lennon proved their rightness of cause? It means that we need to pause before believing that JFK and John Lennon met the same fate at the same hands.
I lived near Seattle where the so-called civics leaders of the so-called Left have come to think that murder of our friends and leaders is absolutely hilarious, a spell of Yoko Ono has been worked over all of them which they think is sociology. I had an interesting talk this morning with a buddy who I am writing stories with for fun. I explained the South African novel Moxyland in which the uprising turns out to be controlled by the corporate oligarchy orchestrating blowback for special effects. He said couldn’t it turn out that the uprising gets wise and finds a way? I said son, the Beatles are too popular for that to happen. Lennon’s successful murder isn’t given away by the fact that his death was anointed a sacred symbol for the victims by the attackers. Did it really happen at all? The last album, after all, was called Double Fantasy, and more the point the way I could sewn in as a special case to use as an exception when Amnesty International began terror crimes towards my person through Warhol, involved not just Lennon but Reagan, whose Pentagon Disney and Federal Emergency Management Agent attorneys had me in D.C. on the day before he claims he was shot. He came out and waved to me. Their brochure said, “there’s no such thing as objective reality only what the jury believes.”
That night in Foggy Bottom, where very interestingly pizza shops were besieged during a child trafficking rumor about them, a beetle seemed to crawl out of my eye like a teardrop. Very strange incident for a special case earmarked as a decoy duck in the AIDS attack.
The problem with newspaper media is the inability to admit these things really happened, exist and constitute a con job because they lined up behind the attackers making claims to be putting on show. Media began asking for autographs from child molesters. The Pitmans who kidnapped me and the Dixon kids in Seattle Green Party are solidly in Trump’s dominion over Labor and trafficking underworlds as child pornography dacoits posing through the church and general interest underworld as heroes of the victims they betrayed. This is a slipknot system. The inability to admit the slipknot exists makes it ridiculous to hope that anyone will get action out of the police services. The FBI really may as well change their name to the Federal Bureau of Exterminators. At best they are keeping silent against the truth, putting their money on the sale being made by the attackers.
The fact of my special case status isn’t limited to John Lennon and Reagan, or the script in which I was named and earmarked for special extermination study. As a boy a large boy named Donald, in this case Finnegan, began terrorizing me with threats to do assault and battery. Another Donald, meanwhile, fingered me for shoving clay in my prick after mother told him I was in the hospital for a lancing of my pee hole that led to forked spray, he pees with forked prong, there’s a fork in the road. This was Donald Gruber. Kennedy was likewise taken down the marked lane of liberalism and then given the mockery of a right up by Mark Lane who was in Jonestown, Guyana for the big show there on the day they killed Harvey Milk. The girl De De in the script working with Warhol on confiscation of text under Trump used to say, “Don’t cry over spilt milk,” one of the play scriptings about virginity in the pornographic war game.
The Wilkinsburg Library were part of this slough eyed and sly system of tongue twisters the rabid in King Crimson are notorious for, where they put Cra-Crim as an index card file for decades. They have the ultimate escalation dominance. Anyone who believes they have broadcast powers of voices from NASA Ultrahigh equipment where Penis Gabriel repeatedly hung out after authoring the song, “That Voice Again,” which my mother testifies was one of his brazen acts before the Laboratory arson, is a person who will lose their freedoms under schizophrenia laws. So that about wraps it up…
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