In trading in on authenticity in return for authoritarian sophistry, the United States has gotten as a consolation prize, in return, foreign entertainment. The fact of someone designed to be as important as me being ripped to shreds sacrificially is explained to the non-masses by my being a runt, the undesirable chosen. It works its way down from the mentality that abhors victimization, and once victimized, even blind side and young, you are rejected. The very strange way that feminist psychology embraces this idea while pouting and strutting that Muslim men divorce their wives after rape, fumes with studied hypocrisy so parched it goes off in your stomach like a plastic explosive, or Maude falling panting to be taken into the arms of John Wayne. In other words, it is Ono psychology. Sorry, pal, they sneered, you think you are so great that you are good enough that you get to be a victim. By lying this viciously to the United States, the British are asking for it. They must have been very jealous of me from birth to pick me.
Saying something is not proved to justify neglecting it does not disprove it. We have enshrined negligence on this attack. Where the investigation will lead is now clear to those who do not prefer the truth be kept dark. Proving it is pointless to those with the cut off switch I am describing. It is enough to simply state the facts. Being a law-abiding person has never stopped the criminally insane from marking you. All the same, the evil in Carnegie Mellon made shockingly loud and clear is abridgement. The First Amendment exists in our society to protect a man like Socrates. These fascist pigs, inflated by youth and association with the will of UW’s Asian-Queer Alliance think it is a University-mandate justification to inject a target persona with deadly contagion. And they call it a joke, for effect.
King Edward (The Prince of Wales) was the first to recognize that Hollywood had to be controlled by the British Christian Right. He forsook being coronated as an obscure symbol of hidden power with Churchill’s cooperation. As usual, the British lied about it to reassure us. Now they have a sophist authoritarian voiding everything we ever stood for and calling their license to do so Love. Our forefathers put a lot of work into the situation that has now been sabotaged. Slowly the prospect of understanding what the Beatles did in setting us up consciously for the AIDS attack is on the horizon. Their obviously psychotic hate crimes organized around the persona they invented of me should be being researched and investigated across the board.
One of the things we know about Penis Gabriel of Genesis is that he is a ripper hatter advocate for child pornography. That he does this by Royalist marriage into the service of King Edward has come to light with some gravity, but the Warhol Machine in Pittsburgh and Seattle covet his attentions and are pulling for him. So is DisneyWorld. Normalization of this activity is a significant act of State repression, a virtual model for the travesty they have made of Western Civilization. Knowing that, however, does not put it into perspective.
The call me chosen by their parochial voyeur sadism, police chosen, as a major action of a military overthrow with roots in spite and malice, wearing a straight face. Surveying the claims they make in their difference are the toys of their belligerence. Saying, for example, that contracting for sexual violence against helpless Pittsburgh deaf people was necessary to protect the school doesn’t play out in the murder of innocents that also were deemed necessary to protect the school, yet this remains unquestioned. Further, the landscape, at the center of which is Central Catholic and a few very disturbing parochial darlings of that school, would normally seem to be a strange place for disgraceful examples of rowdy feminism to hang out, vowing their war against what they claim is sexual harassment in the name of speaking distinguished words in the name of a band they call Pussy Riot. You are supposed to attenuate yourself to the fine points of higherness at work in the fashion code of infinite subtlety.
The claim by the FBI and Ming Na Wen that all of this makes sense, that the grand ending is there to be found, to part the waters with a rush of Gideon colors, for behold and poacher no more, the clouds are breaking, the sun revealed at lost, “Somalia Ahoy! Reagan didn’t know!”
Obsession with me is the key to their stranglehold on history in the form of blackout. They have held for so long to the criminal mischief of the idea that they had a right to deafen and molest me and have murdered so many people in its name, that they have to shoot people who gulp and say, no, the evidence says something differently from Ringo Starr.
The whole crime anthem was intended to punish a school. The murderers from places like The Graham Foundation interpret the whole thing in the mindset of their Christian hooliganism. Pointing at the humanist that they ensnared, they remind their flock that Christ was a fisher of men. And what do fish do? They ask rhetorically. They struggle comes the glee club cry. So behold as the fish struggles. Suppose for a moment that abortion is as monstrous as they say. This allows them to code it for a military utility to use in the manner of spotlighting deer that Billy Rodd, the neighbor of the mystery English boy and Eisen, demonstrated, an illegal shine in the face to immobilize the awe-stricken for snipers. Manifestly they don’t care about abortion, they littered the school with one of mine, after the military command interviewed me on my notions of spirituality, right outside Skibo, dedicated at CMU 11/22/61.
Again and again the sword of hypocrisy slices. This psychotic religious junta wears the horn of their Shariah in the name of Trump’s wall. Muhammad Ali’s name is found with Helen Keller on the gym wall of Tacoma Community College. Recall some items of interest, that Will Zell of Mt. Desert Island, promoting Goebbels and white, was ally of Ali through a woman named Abira Ali who proved the ethnic stereotype useful to Trump in recruiting black haters. Together they invented the pussyball alibi. Gail Burstyn, the script writer wrote, “Take away, take away my eyes sometimes I’d rather be blind.” Whatever you may feel about the determination of spirit when people are afflicted, conniving affection to watch the wheels spin is a little overly resourceful, don’t you think? In our schools?
The outsiders in this matter came to teach at the schools and are the original occupy. It was not the chance I took it for that Robert Fripp’s earliest picture in King Crimson of his 23rd birthday sports the Afro hairdo of Michael Tive who gets his check from the same source as Peter Sinfield. Robert Fripp’s glee in foiling people reaches back to Tive’s promotion of Antidisestablishmentarianism, people against those against the establishment, with the same riddle as the hands pointing left on the cover of Bernard and Donald’s book THE FAR RIGHT as Tive’s laugh about Krakotoa being “Very very East of Java.” These are the people who fooled 1968 and set them on the road to slam them into the AIDS wall. From there they had a neuroplasm they used as barometer in operation: vaulxjieff, demanding screaming rights for tonic.
What Rosa did is pretty sick and scary. Pleasure, they snicker, is the curse of man. But what really went on with TV conceived by McLuhan as a harbinger of a monstrous misunderstanding, as he puts it, is what he regards as “the set of multi-tiered puns” in Finnegan’s Wake. Donald Finnegan in point of fact was the huge child who first traumatized me with threats. So we have the Edward kid, the Billy Club, Donald Finnegan, Ronnie and Kasper, all set to assault at the whistle of Conan McManus. Y? Ok, o, O No is considered the chant of the sacred theme. To realize and suffer, as Fripp puts in on Gails, Gails and Fripp.
They had an obese redhead with a boyfriend from Yale who instructed me as I sat listening in terrible fright that I was amazing, already an adult at the age of 13, and the man from Yale grinned. Like the cornpone of UW Asian and Queer Alliance denouncing the right of a deaf man to have a girlfriend as sexism (what a laugh) the pornography they claim to protest clocks its sales in a London Headquarters, just as Hypatia marketed women in the name of Feminist Nazism.
Tina Caliguri who lured me to be trampled by Terri Visco and Cheryl Paul’s gang on the 700 block of Mellon Street, who went to prison on felony assault charges (more evidence that cringing little Jimmy was an Ezell chicken) circling me in the first term of Mayor Caliguri, would corner a frightened victim with the words, “Tryna talk your way out of it?” With slough-eyed murderers like Penis Gabriel and his Alice Cooper fan club laughing at you little boy, it really doesn’t matter what you say, they are going to make you fight them.
These are the Ayn Rand Aliens that Trump has armed with the power to walk through walls. Denial has armed them with an invisible Bernie Goetz, gunman on high, as Gail Burstyn said, “Like God watching over me,” in a walled house swallowed in 18 trillion dollars of tax and spend CO2 war machines, blaming the brilliant undesirable. Jealousy, they instruct is a fault, so to make sure you are the one that says it, he is going to take your wife and leave you dead. King Edward had quite a personality.
