I’ve given you too much to consider already and I haven’t even begun, so, while discounting your credulity, I, who know more than you about all this, will write to the future concerning the topic arriving showing that what the British rabid have done to me may indicate confederate crime behind the withering up of FDR, Eisenhower and abrupt demise of JFK in service to a military subculture who saw war for money in the satanization of Russia that Churchill demanded which brought us to the monster Reagan and the chiller theater crime of illness that sent so many to church in the 1980’s. In other words, the style of assassination now has to be seriously considered, foreign poison crime.
The rabid do nothing but excuse themselves in the matter, about which they chronic and bray openly. Being destroyed is a frustrating and terrifying experience. To have it done as a ghoulish spectation is beyond the pale. They say it was for literature, well here’s a bout of the literature right here. The severe, deranged injuries is a point of departure concerning their method and style about which in their dishonorable success they have grown more and more brazen. Notice the one most significant suspicious facet: how the rabid get in good and close, wormtonguing shamelessly, I love you, man.
There is an assumption about the exclusion system of DF (sometime called double fantasy), that this method of crime has never been done before but has license among folk approval that makes it ironclad effective. The rabid’s junction in parochial Catholic Pittsburgh lisped affectedly that the “persona is subjected to successive degradations of the X-motive and then subsumed into a larger structure dominated by its adversary,” (Greg Karl) in which the British villain holds sway. The lisper Karl spits malice about “forces impinging on the persona’s experience,” and although this is super-sophisticated entrapment writ large, no consideration as to how a deaf man subject mutilation is supposed to look into who by is allowed. It leers of subjecting the persona to “successive degradations of the X-motive,” meaning attack prostitution impingements. This roughing up of the object makes pity for torture into spite about being used by voyeurs.
See, that's the whole point about the cyberpunk novel from South Africa titled: Moxyland, that the rulers invented the resistance to burn out hope. Knock yourself out, kiddo, style, which left me wondering (in light of Dennis Brutus) how much she knew and if she was gloating. Notice the synapse between my middle name MacRyland and Moxyland. She was probably in with Peter Gabriel's Real Worlds when Amanda Harcourt was casing me.
The feedback loop, the desire for human interest, is of course the good fight, but it is also a predictable circle that my police studies have convinced me need to be fleshed out on lines of meditation. For example, the script about killing Dr. King http://texasschoolbook.weebly.com actually commends itself to the notion: King has prior authorized this, saying do it and forgive it, so that is our utility function in using him as a Pied Piper for the AIDS throng, leading them non-violently. Beukes was just writing about how CMU operated, with the help of WQED and unfortunately Dr. Proctor, a ruse in which they claimed that explosions of symbolic "logo-rapine" was therapy, adopted and pre-planned by the Primal Scream Therapy concept that the Pentagon Disney martyr John Lennon made iron law.
I've been working on theoretical angles to this problem (farce) in http://storycheckoutannex.com as well as a paper on Erasmus, but I think the piece I just finished is good enough on its own terms to show you the multi-dimensional aspect I suspect. My father, by the way, was on Bush's ship in the Navy and together at Teachers College with Eisenhower, later Chairing Philosophy of Education at Pitt, so I understand how the situation developed socially in Pittsburgh, but still have trouble accepting the way I was kidnapped and tortured as a child. Then having Warhol Museum pile on as though this Lennon business allows them to murder me and others in the name of promoting bragging rights about a script they evidently wrote but got away with saying they found, how perfect for Moxy Intel.
But even then you get rooted to those who wouldn't have done something like that being in the grip of trauma and chaos in our society and you get back to the drawing board. Why add your own life to such a disgrace?
The murderers, led by Ono and Karl, under the mock name of Burstyn, targeted the Eisenhower child raised to love JFK to leave his artistic potential and attractiveness defiled, wasted gastrointestinally and deafened, so that the criminally insane in Seattle civics could flute of their retrogogy pronouncing confederacy with the Miami plan to spear the U.S. Constitution for a game of terror bombing Two Virgins Pussyball. They made an intensely structured, visible, despicable, rock and roll heavy, abomination spelled out in cold blood, but because the Union feels good about letting Black riff-raff settle ancients grudges by selective massacre of innocent persons and the Queers like being Japanese soldiers for Ono taking a souvenir to hell as Tojo’s ronin liked to spout, Congress gets away with saying this is lost on them, they don’t understand, what are you saying? John Lewis was advised in tears of sheer horror as I suffered homeless in seizures after the rape of my only friend, and he sat still while Seattle castrated the golem, too.
The Green Party liked the notion of compensatory coding by ripper humiliation of a flesh and blood effigy then returned their high attention to Hollywood mongering. These dacoits who love to hate their own country now claim, having betrayed everyone, to speak for the silent weak, while really glowering with revenge and hatred, always joyous with their reasons to smile, having won so handily their revenge crimes over Suez.
The larger structure dominated by the adversary is a huge gobbler ensemble who claim they are shaman like John Shulman, pontificating on plague times, while sending endearment cards to their enthralled, with the assurance to all that ripper murder is playfulness in the Disneyland NASA of Penis Gabriel.
