A young woman in my last class before graduation, a Bus. Math Calculus with Excel required that I can just barely manage health, financial and comprehension wise, named A., introduced herself energetically on the first day of class as a student focusing on sustainability.   Occasionally, the senior faculty at the University of Pittsburgh would talk to me privately about the era of JFK and the Peace Corps. Richard Seckinger, who knew my father R., asked me, “Where is the hope now?” In a public meeting about the school-owned wilderness lands that the city wants for soccer courts, I told the Board of Trustees that “relevance” is in our Mission Statement at TCC and that Extinction Rebellion, a high school movement, would soon arrive looking for guidance and a place to begin.  Our Science Department, unlike the one at the Community College in Pittsburgh where I recommended building a greenhouse in the 80’s, here in Tacoma have a Climate Change course and Botany, both of which I have now taken and passed.   

       However, I have seen idealism wrung dry in cycles with the young and know well the hostile currents of Seattle underworld socialism that catches those with nowhere to fall.   It leads from conviction about the need for social change to helplessness and necessary abandonment, to satisfy a job, raise children, struggle with loan repayments. The future is all around us, and the ill-considered developments of the Cold War Era are cemented into place.   Learning about phytoremediation for example, it is possible, on paper, to re-imagine the Department of Labor to see us engaged in cement demolition and soil restoration, for example, on a system-wide basis to save natural lands before we are consumed, as Australia’s fire and ash testifies is our doom if we leave it to earth’s natural reaction and defense mechanisms to shed herself of our malign looting.   Black Psychology courses at the Community College of Allegheny County included recommended reading of a book called The Habit of Surviving.   We are in the habit of assuming we will survive this over-exploitation.  Fortunately, there is a growing movement of Black Ecologists working hard to rescue the planet.

          Ever since the 1980’s I have patiently and sadly pointed out to scholars that the tension in our letters between greatly under-supported manuscripts like Buckminster Fuller’s Critical Path and the politically damaged Anti-Industrial Revolution by Ayn Rand has created a funhouse of bumper stickers and counter-bumper stickers like Save the Earth and Nuke the Whales that ridicule our ability to process rational text and translate the differences into consensus.  We are now a culture which has learned to shun the very sound of a phrase like “political agreement.” A lot of very powerful people do not care and do not want anyone to meaningfully respond to the alarm of Extinction Rebellion, a high school mass movement.  We need the earth a lot more than the earth needs us. What is being done to the earth is an act of violence and the earth, a living organism, is acting to defend itself, the warming is being catalyzed by our refusal to accept that we need to make braking adjustments.

        In December of 1933, Jun’ichiro Tanizaki got published his short work, reminiscent of Ed Poe’s Philosophy of Furniture (a must read), In Praise of Shadows printed.  He says, “There are those who hold that the quibble over matters of taste in the basic necessities of life is an extravagance, that as long as food keeps off starvation, it matters little what they look like.  And indeed for even the sternest ascetic the fact remains that a snowy day is cold, and there is no denying the impulse to accept the services of a heater if it happens to be there in front of one, no matter how cruelly its inelegance may shatter the spell of the day.  But is it on occasions like this that I always think of how different everything would be if we in the orient had developed our own science.” Tanizaki carries off a tune about sustaining natural things for their airs and emphasizes human emotional sensitivity and attachment to natural feels as a judgment call.  He would no doubt note grimly our estrangement.

       Tanizaki, much like Extinction Rebellion and sustainability advocates, wrote in a war-making nation.   Over the years of being poached into solitude I have on my own reconnaissance learned from books like Reflections on the Way to the Gallows and Osugi Sakae’s My Escapes from Japan that a resistance in Japan existed we do not really understand, beginning with textile workers, women wracked by t.b., socialist leaders, buddhist monks, even some of the Nationalist elders who were assassinated, who resisted the “hotheads” of Tojo.  Churchill might say, “they made a good account of themselves.” Unfortunately, there was no escape since Japan is an island and their records were easily impounded.

        Seattle is sending in the clowns to Tacoma to foreclose on the dignity of my prospects for graduation in defense of the psychiatric profession there, which everyone knows is just a game for their ringleaders.  Their facility advertises the private laugh, “Our Gamer Sons Wasted Your Honors’ Pupil,” right up front for everyone to see. Everything I have to say needs to be registered in that context because sustainability has the double-edged meaning of objection sustained.   It’s going to be hard to save me. The contrapuntal dynamic is a shadow unworthy of praise. UW and Pitt intellectuals are far from unaware of my blog storychecksout dot org which they have impinged upon by many cruel manufactures. Just as easy as it is for them to push the buttons of argumentation is the ease with which they tamper with my intimacies creating the battlefield condition, unsought by me, in the play of challenging works and galleries.  Depending on how it is approached a person might spend an hour with my blog and come away gravely enlightened or by ill-luck come at it a different way and be more confused at exit time. What general comprehension exists there is largely my effort, because these are authoritarian and irrational forces at work calling it irrational work.

       Jim McDermott, who serves in the U.S. Congress, told me many years ago that, “Mt. Desert Island being used as an Experience Park or Scared Straight Program as described by the foreign government of Great Britain through fraudulent communication issued by Peter Gabriel would be a crime because such programs have to be cleared by Congress and that one never was.”   Suggestions of higher perceptions, this sociology, that Customs divergence or experimental extreme is totally beside the point. The bottom line is twofold ~ first, they broke the law extremely violently and unapologetically as though it didn’t even exist or apply to them, so therefore what law would they abide? What else are they capable of? They have shown in fact that they want to do absolutely anything they can get away with at least once in their dishonorable lifespan.   Second, all of the evidence, and sworn statements that I have brought to light confirm that they did this in advance planning making ready for the AIDS atrocity in a plotted campaign of attack management. So why didn’t McDermott stay longer or say anything? I realize that engaging or attempting to engage the pseudo-intellectual gnosis of criminal extremists from Warhol is potential deadly, but the worst case scenario is now the glove that fits: Government was aware of all this, they were in on it, and simply lusting for rationalizations to allow the crime.  If my mother weren’t out to stonewall this matter, someone from her background might shout, “Gee, Mannetlies!” as the expression goes.

        I have nothing to gain and much to lose by sharing my views with anybody.  I am just doing it for you. I don’t mean to be jocular about the teamwork of people I rather like but when group phobia of accusation gets the better of an academic turf war the hermeneutics involved are forced and yet at the same time coercive. But there is the fact that I have been tortured and threatened if I don’t answer interrogation for storytelling by the assassins who the government has maliciously chosen to protect, despite their well-known brag of murdering me.  These killers were using me in bondage for pornography as a cover story for the AIDS experiment they are running. I was undercover securing the evidence now on record. I have little idea who all is endorsing the multiplicity of Administrations that are known to actively punish testimony about inhuman acts of vivisection towards a deaf person. As a street poet, or punk you might say, I feel good when a doctor favors me, outstanding men, Zhivagos. I am stating for my life as a point of fact to protect others:  Immoral medical experimentation as a license of Corrections has happened and possibly is happening in cold blood without trial to an innocent deaf fellow. Don’t ask me to understand being castrated by pornographers. From all the evidence they filmed it when they raped the deaf girl who taught me sign language. Warhol Foundation is behind it. Their academic espionage includes UW Sociology and Pitt Black Studies where Dr. Proctor sneered, “In Africa a man unable to have children might as well be dead.” This is an object lesson situation.  I am the white, the soul on fire, the spotlight driven aspirant to old Genesis cronies, they leer with spitballs in mind.

          To close, if our society wants to turn our planet into a bloodcurdling final war that would be heaven for Hitler, an inferno of Blackwater jackets as the new Godzillas, I can do no more than the text of Ed Poe and Tanizaki to sustain my objection.   This letter will show you that I tried and failed to explain that I am sure my affidavit in storychecksout dot org proves AIDS was an attack. There are some indications that a means-justifies-the-ends divisions exists here in the Northwest. Nazi mother(expletive deleted) are what Nazi mother(expletive deleted) are and the miseducation of our nation, not least by arrogant slave-traffickers from British pimp music,, has taken time.  When it comes to them, the Trump Era women already know who has the last laugh. This fascism, Axis America since the death of JFK, has been cultured towards, slowly and implacably, this murderous goal of Extinction ultimatum.