Given the daily influences in the world around us it is to be expected that a man like me would enjoy the thought that King Crimson would come to regret doing what they have done to a man like me, which is the best that could be expected from people who act dismissively, from New York of course, of the idea that it is repulsive to do this to anyone at all. This mental throne of personality, attributes and association with the inner identity structure of The United States of America that Pilgrim ancestry and my father's association with Bush and Eisenhower confer sets up the idea that the more important question is who will be perceived by those who follow Peter Gabriel's power structure as having spiritually torched Notre Dame, an old game for the Swami Nostra, making who is to blame a little tricky because those who did it are to blame, but in identifying them, assuming you do so correctly, which is hardly a safe bet, you set up not blaming them, and this essay will explain why. Bear in mind that while this may be the beginning of the all time classic on that attention getting fire no one may ever read it, and in your being the exception, you may also be the key to its suppression. Is a symbol of Christianity above targeting by Christian extremists themselves in promotion of a major Holy War gamble?
True there is another way to view the crime. One might say, well, those sadistic Europeans cheered the assassination of our leaders and the berserker attack on 911, since London Bridge would be too obvious, if more believable, while targeting the symbol of the great hunchback, the vilified loyalist gone deaf from misery, that’s gorgeous rebuke to those over there and here who might think Americans are going to sit still while those who defame and deride our society’s best violate us in cold blood. Cute. But not unprecedented. After all, we were told that 911 was in defense of AIDS victims, when, in reality, it was those who released AIDS blaming Captain Kangaroo. We were told that Paris' other favorite Michel Foucault was a progressive when, in reality, he was setting things up for Reagan with Khomeini. We are still heckled by the Palace that Lennon was gunned down, therefore, they sneer, they have a right to pilot the operation in promotion with the killers. It doesn’t have to make sense, because it’s money in the bank, nevermind that He's Dead, Jim and the neurohypnotist I met there predate when the British claim to have found their own papers by over a year.
Certain very vulgar paradoxes drum from the bowels of this hate from London and the more you look them over, the more clever the Notre Dame business becomes. Of one thing you can be sure, as I write this down, Amanda Harcourt, Patricia Fripp, Moonunit Zappa, Gail Burstyn and Toyah Wilcox are screaming with hatred. The paradox in this horrible attack by King Crimson’s mob of being punished FOR loyalty and innocence seriously identifies the mentor of the Warhol Community as none other and conscientiously the Marquis de Sade, and I don’t mean that flippantly. They ripper murdered a bystander in Seattle.
Stateways can’t change folkways, a klavern racist saying that successfully transplanted to the NAACP and African American sentimentalists, is at the root of a treacherous formula in which the Cold War robbed America for the Axis in a foreign policy recently dubbed, “Godwin,” that Dulles nutters set up. This fact is rooted in the horrible tabloid scandal the British engineered with Pitt around me for promotion of the metanarrative in the Texas storybook filled with cheap innuendo, stupendous serendipity, ruminations by the assassins, roadside details, and lurid dredging. While the story bangs on no one will allow it discussed much less published and voted upon.
JFK was running again Dulles more than against London Johnson and Johnson’s Henry Wade of Roe vs. Wade or Richard Nixon of the McKeesport Debate on the television, the key sport of a new age. He knew that fact and expressed it openly, it is on the books. This was policy at stake. The effect of Dulles’ long standing arrangements with Hitler’s Germany were felt in Dallas, but put off by denial. We let them run for it, get away and not only live to fight another day, as John, Yoko and Errol Flynn were fond of chanting, but to take the reins. Many researchers have long been aware that Walt Disney participated in the assassination of Kennedy, but less often noted is that also means the Klondike Gold Rush crowd, and Donald J. Trump, probably the earliest chosen designated heir of the Reagan revolution.
Many murky and moody corridors of information blow through the cracks in the walls of the mausoleum, like the direction of the blindside blow on little Jimmy, witnessed by William Rodd, a collector of Lincoln assassination materials who would meet with Russell Bennett on John Russell Circle to discuss Psycho, the only place I ever saw a copy of my father’s book on a small, parochial bookshelf, in a stranger’s home. What seemed so hapless to me as a child, no matter how vexatious and obscene their terroristic nomenclature, were actually symbolic gestures, some obvious like Ronnie Z-sin-ski calling the queerbait pussyball, all carefully designated symbolic gestures in a conscriptive totality, but the whole machine goes right down from being a vivid war game, as playable as a deck of cards, suit and royal value with trump, into denial when you factor in the invisible hand that dealt the blow.
If the only predators with the ability to pull this are removed from suspicion they will get away. How do you communicate who they are and what they did when their largest totality control mechanism is publication house monopoly and media domination? Can’t you feel how hard it is even to think about the issue? They blow right into your soul with ultrahigh wave.
The difference between a fascist and a person who believes in human achievement is that a fascist knows the meaning of domination. De De, the child bandit of the Warhol script, said enthusiastically at turns, “I would if I could but I can’t so I won’t.” By contrast, the philosopher-citizen keeps right on speaking up about the capable and the competent, the good judgment of peers, and the truth winning out by right minded persuasion. Democracy will be recognized in the end! Dulles laughed and pulled the trigger, then put up a billboard, don’t be stupid like Kennedy, who has his wife?
The main reason why London has made a genre of indignities like the fire of Notre Dame is that it serves so well in keeping people’s mouths shut about what all this really means. You can play the image anyway you want. By appearing to be either a statement in your interest or an offense against all that is good and decent, it serves the same purpose of prevention, making good and sure the truth is never declared and disclosure keep undone. It ends up looking like brinkmanship for protected speech in the name of some symbolic ends, so therefore it exposes you for expressing it, and never forget they rescued the Crown of Thorns. Be very afraid.
Why? Because of the NAACP.
You see, America’s inflated self-importance has come to work against us all. We have a petri dish, perfectly suited to the psychotic experiment, right here in the Seattle region at University of Washington (VW) Sociology. They grasp hands downtown with the street and Green Party Confederates of the fait accompli. For instance, take Aaron Dixon. For a man who claims to be progressive there isn’t another human being his equal in the low slander angle. His methods are the time-tested leers of J. Edgar Hoover, and of course, bully terror. In other words, he is the old wine in new bottles, a petty yellow fuhrer of hardball, lisping with Martin Andelman, Miles Kirshner and Granger Morgan at WQED with derision about the nice blond boy. The NAACP absolutely insisted that the aggressor had the right to finish the crime before the legal and moral processes would be allowed examined, much less what might have been if British Intelligence had put public safety on a par with their chapterhouse storytelling of the defsukke Katsuk hatched by Frank Herbert and Herbert Simon, with the attending powerhouse of Ringo Starr as the Second Cumming.
For the art of it, Yoko Ono persuaded Dixon and his dacoits in Seattle Queer, the sacrifice should be sent screaming in neurotrauma, Hiroshima-like acid wounds to the face, and while the woman of his broken dreams fucks the men who mutilated him as a child, having moved to rally the demented Queers behind those who released the AIDS attack, the black psychos want to poison him with AIDS and burn him on a Microsoft brain beam to the tune of John Lennon’s forgive your betters, and only by mouth poison may you hope to spin another yarn to forestall as you seek to squeeze through the eye of the black man’s needle before the totality of the Black Panther Hollywood Leviathan. Kowtow before McCartney’s Liars Club in effervescent greed. Kowtow!
The academic men of the world who arrive with their music and new ideas on the wings of the hatred and division sewn by Dulles bring the answer to all riddles: it is you, American liberals, who do not measure up. The rabid, having stacked the deck with a nerve agent they deny, say that jealousy, perversely a Lennon fault, is the justification for hate unending on behalf of those who released the Attack. You killed our leader! You killed our leader! They laugh with Houdini.
