Due to their skill in language, The British have long eclipsed America in pull over our national media, and they are not friendly.  Ever since Eisenhower repulsed their conscriptive gestures over the Suez Canal in 1957 we have had blowback from them in places like Dealey Plaza where Oswald Mosley’s namesake worked with Gen. Edwin Walker on a notorious promotional act for the floodtide of Beatles agitation towards the AIDS attack.  The British have poisoned the well of logic in the newspaper establishment and this letter concerns the very specific particulars of the way they have shut down scrutiny and killed our finest poets pursuant to an unnatural, criminally disturbing set of magnates, familiar names, who are dangerously insane.   Yoko Ono, of the Japanese revenge consortium avenging Hiroshima who targeted my house in Pittsburgh through Warhol associates as a Naval father’s son who was at Teachers College with Eisenhower and a Peace Corps leader, has used the office of Amnesty International for violent pornographic slavery, child mutilation, mayhem, arson, torture, rape, murder, poison crime atrocity, acts associated with Unit 731 the Gestapo of Tokyo during WW2.   The devious way her operation uses slander and incitement was a controlling factor in the way those who released AIDS, as I can testify as a Medical Library Clerk under the authors of Reagan’s Federal Emergency Management Agency in 1984, struck again in the 911 attack masquerading as advocating and punishing for the victims, which is what the anthrax was about, endorsed by a few token easy money Trump tunes in their queer paradise around Elton.   A ringleader of these murderers, standing in for Ringo and Paul, named Peter Gabriel, who was in contact with me for three years, and a lead lynch riot instigator, has developed an argument about John Lennon, totally irrational, that has targeted innocent people and bystanders for no less than ripper homicide, in the manner of Nazi Germans commiting the Lidice Massacre after the assassination of King Edward’s favorite Reinhard Heydrich in a motorcade.

       My name is James MacRyland Crary.  I am an Honors Student, deaf from torture, working on my second Associate’s Degree at Tacoma Community College after graduating in General Studies from Community College of Allegheny County in Pittsburgh.  Born in 1960, I was kidnapped, mutilated and earmarked by Warhol’s dacoits in the early 70’s. I was in trauma care for years and barely recovered.

       Please contact your Commonwealth media and investigate properly this foul play.

Mac Crary