Unlike some undeserving people of privilege I don’t think AIDS is a poetry contest. What was 911 supposed to be, anyway, a lesson in manners? The crime bears the fingerprints of a study in prediction. My father used to listen to my half-conscious talk and get mad saying if you follow the logic of some of my grouse and point out where it led.
There are police precincts throughout our society which double as headquarters for the Graham Foundation. They are Graham station houses with friendly relations among the regulars and the know it all flakes from the V.A. who carouse the sidewalks for Pete Seeger, Trump voters who see the public school system as liberalism’s legacy to their own orphanages. John Stockwell brayed at his public demonstrations that many young people on the left have a horror of self-examination, are unable to follow their own complaints against the world to find the culprit in themselves. The ability of these men to think in the abstract gives away what they are capable of. It was easy for the NAACP to build an assortment of anti-heroes into an alliance in their covert partnership, primarily in the black markets of child pornography, stripping the victim of clothes and rights in the name of race rage, with Donald Trump simply by using the Green Party as a charity scam in the AIDS attack. America, the entire country, needs a shrink real bad.
The researchers were a hundred years ready at the crossroads. They literally staged a generation in advance to betray. In the set up with Sanetta (Leslie Katz) Foucault’s pendulum was the switch whereby the Administration went from the prospect of minimizing the damage by warning to one of maximizing the damage with the help of rude attitudes and secrecy, attended by what they announce to be the applicable rulebook. This wasn’t the little white lies of Yoko Ono’s tyrannical seething in totalitarian demands for transparency, these were lies about atrocity. How charming, Lennon existed not to save the at-risk while there was still time but to remorselessly pacify and enlist the afflicted in the terms of their own assassins. What could the end game possibly be of this mockery of peacemaking called the art of tea? This prediction of surrender? That the AIDS victims who understand will have to deal with the Beatlemaniacs even if it means the end of the earth is where.
Family and friends, historians will note, if they take on this problem, have been endlessly accommodating at my expense. Everyone wants points with the Ian Fleming stiletto. It happens to be true what Stockwell says about the Left. In fear that they will offend the Spirit of Diversity, they take any Muslim who comes along. They trot out the German Holocaust for every Jew. Faced with the psychopath Obama, the black man had no choice but to vote for the token of notorious attainment over the white. Not that the alternative was much, but they didn’t go against the grain of the plotting by telling anyone what was going on. They had their minds on a perfect explanation, that the direction of our society was at stake and they would prove it to be so by making friends of the victim establishment, something they called The Lifelong Project.
The illusion ledger they have worked so hard on has always been parched with two-faced snarling, about freedom of speech, when they meant the right to brutalize someone they lied to and about, putting words in the mouth of a child they attacked blind side, saying there was no attack except when finger pointing at someone kept in the dark, full knowing what they would have had to do if the hoodwinked had come to too soon for n’you. Like their ability to think abstractly their maniacal gift for layers of deceit gives away what they are capable of, too. But even with all that, they still haven’t given away what they are capable of, not a bit of it.
However from their accurate portents we realize that they are mighty betters of forensic soothsay beyond all letters, worthy only of deference and loveslavery. For do they not have, ultimately, quality of life most in mind for the good kind? In the tests of Gottman at VW, touching his glands poignantly, it was as if to say guilt and disgrace left us vulnerable to parasitic infection, as good as proved. Who could want anything but the good life? The Golden Anniversary? The covert socialization of scorn for our orphaned communities takes heart in the blessings of real knowledge about mastery in the field of love, the glorious family of approval and mutual applause. The fact that a woman like Martha Gellhorn had a trophy husband, Ernest Hemingway, and looked back on it as a waste comes back as fiendish reason, then you won’t mind being castrated. If you love the music business, they you won’t them evoking your strong mood as a license to do uncivil occupancy in the name of pornography psychology, knowing, after all, you won’t fight them, you don’t dare, they have your best interests.
The pervs constructed a hooli-gram whereby the quality of sex is weighed against the loss of pleasures for a mirror of infinitisima in the sacrifice of the slave golem who they insisted shall die trying to make amends to the Ian Fleming stiletto in the hand of Jackie Bouvier. The Bouvier Family record by Nancy Davis’ husband John, speaks of lies and the irrelevancy of the assassination that set off WW1 on the first page, we see another good example of how their powers to think abstractly and shrewdly wield metaphor exhibits what they are capable of.
I received a copy of Agatha Christie’s Ten Little Niggers that absolutely proves Pitt was brainwashing me. First issued in 1963 by this published, it came out in 1970, which means Penny gave it to me when I was less then ten years old, the Summer I was nine, and that she and Pitt’s NAACP were hotwiring the plantation from AFC electronics for the extrusion kill of the brain enzyme, all the while getting fake results from the psychological evaluators who played up my family and friends, who went right on accommodating even after they admitted to a nerve agent. How’s that for vile in the name of the politically correct? The poisoned the marriage bed to prove the supremacy of Marital Law.
