In going over the holocaust with a Hollywood cast the coolness of the calculators is bad news. The nuclear cats game of the accept or die ultimatum from the pit of authority was locked down with a Shakespearean pretzel from the mind of King Edward and his White Rabbit, John Lennon. The holes that fill St. Albert’s Hall all said oh, so that’s what happened. Liverpool and Gen. Edwin Walker killed JFK anonymously to intone from afar like a bird from Disney. Stoic self-maintained ignorance sells the alibi. When it comes to the AIDS attack we are all still Joe McCarthy.
The rabid likes to pretend that its victim is this token sheltered white who can’t own up to self-destructive behaviors because it gives the lie to the military entrapment operation that proves Black cultists were inside the job of the AIDS attack and knew it was planned for execution all along. By the time the truth was loud and clear it was a done deal and the luger of Obama pointed straight at America’s face from Donald Trump and North Korea. England was hardwired to retort, peace out and let it go.
Puns like Neville Gas Chamber Berlain (Chamberlain) and Churchill (church of the ill), along of course with Gail Carolyn Burstyn go from unspeakable to all the rage with the evocation of John Lennon’s widow’s name. Jimmy Creary they crow is lying to n’you. That converts an inexplicable atrocity and government war game into a prize fight of the puzzle palace elixirs.
One of JFK’s favorite films was: The Day the Earth Caught Fire, and it had a Munro (pronounced Monroe) indexed to Edward Judd (recall that King Edward came out as the defender of the Third Reich’s revenge and Judd for the Defense. John Lennon’s death trance songs: I am the Walrus and Day in the Life, had transfixing codes. You were supposed to wonder, is even Hitler one of us? And if you say, not even Hitler, look out for the fluxus undercurrents of Hitler getting even, if not even he can be saved by Jesus, because that’s thinking you are bigger than God, the foreign anonymous authority. The English Army had just won the war, not you are not President, said little Nicola. Imagery like Nicola Judd come from a mind in the marijuana refrigerator and that sets up the dialectics of the White Rabbit where nothing is real. If you believe in it there must be something wrong with you, Suzy Creamcheese. The Vincent Price angle is real enough. Boris Karloff lived in the Dakota with Ono and Lennon.
The White Rabbit was more than Lewis Lapham’s take on the Beatles. It was a Jefferson Airplane song. Wait, now in the off stage production didn’t Gail Burstyn get introduced to me by a lookalike of Carole King tinkling little bells and wondering why I couldn’t hear them? So why are there so many appearances that Daniel Boorstin knew about Gail Burstyn? And Lapham’s chat in The White Rabbit essay about tinkling of little belles? We know that Obama fixed the deal to say that Wings were the highway to ethical state by forgiving atrocity on the wings of Mr. Wright, but maybe that explains Jefferson Davis Airplane and why a Japanese woman at CMU wearing the tee-shirt, “Subvert the dominant paradigm,” fit in so nicely with a car that had two bumperstickers: Obama for President, and Don’t Blame Me I Voted for Jefferson Davis. The Ark of AIDS is the Klukker lesson from the turn on of Ultrahigh.
Not everybody sees the Director’s Cut of Woodstock where they smirk about giving LSD to a seven year old, but the counter-culture never fails to stock the mission houses like Tacoma Community College with Jehovah’s Witnesses picking the pockets of their earmarked golem selling the old refrains about drug abuse being good fun. Normalization where I came from on lived on Clyde Street, worked with Mel Gibson’s family and not only plied normalization, made secret tapes, and licensed himself to use nerve poison as a Saudi Arabian torture jest from Israel since the queerbait could no longer say no to anyone anymore. Unsurprisingly the kingpin of the Law School doing it was initialed MK. If you don’t know about MK-Ultra, you should.
Penis Sinfield used to grinch about scratching faith on nameless graves (how generous they are) which may be a little more lively than Hitler’s old, Work Macht Frei (work will set you free over the gates of Auschwitz) but it means the same thing. The morbid corruption of Dixon’s claim to Lennon’s fame and the various tawdry this, that and the other, MAS, MET, Miles K., and A-lucar-D, shows that the Carousel Club imagery on Waits Small Change is right in line with pimps like Hitler who don’t like being lied to.
But it’s Christmas. Dr. Seuss came from Der Suss, the film The Jew by Goebbels, and Rudolf Hess was the red-nosed Jimmy, Jimmy everybody hates you but with your nose so bright Reagan came to say won’t you take LSD and AIDS and guide my slay. Burl Ives, meant Brr Lives. They brought Hitler to South America through the Antarctic when the coast was clear. Mother, the one with the Hitler Nuns painting, and reporter for a father, perfect witness who never saw nothing but blaming me, said of me as a child, “he usually owns up,” and that I was “of the same racial stock,” as Harry Truman. How’s that for fluxus, myuh.
