Version : Jellyfish and the Mounties
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 10:52 AM
some words are too long
for true thought
some kisses too real
for true love
fill my emptiness
The fact divulged in Eggnog Corner, much to the disrepute of the Obama Administration and clear indication he puts juvenility ahead of professionalism (a fact he can easily camoflague behind his predecessors) is that Leslie Katz was hypnotizing me to date rape in what, due to my other experiences I suspected was an AIDS-related thought crime incitement. Pursuing this (an anti-police state suspicion) I proved Reagan started AIDS. The coward Fripp went wild in attempts to cover their dirty.
An armchair un-professional of the sort who likes to weigh in above his worth, ability, insight and merit, will immediately pounce on two implications in this fact:
1. Fuck you, Queerball, no real man can be hypnotized to date rape.
2. Fuck you, Queerball, such is a scenario is why we have to have police in the first place.
Really, if I had date raped Leslie Katz under the circumstances I would still have been innocent, which is why so much has been invested in appearances portraying the case as a Feminazi warline where date rape is never excusable, the sentiment that Jimmy espoused, in the hopes of subverting the complexity of the fact that neuro-impacted brainwash was pre-deliberated.
The script, that Oliver Stone claims was psychologically consistent, was written to be argued: When Jimmy Crary took possession of Leslie Katz under the self-inflicted impact of drugs he took voluntarily, he wasn't commiting date rape because she was inciting him.
What led to all the orchestrations and klukking is that despite the brainwashing, indoctrination to violence, asides, prompts, incitement, Jimmy Crary refrained and put his poetic pen to the nerve they had touched, leaving evidence of what role Leslie Katz had been assigned to play in the script, where she is named.
So how did Leslie Katz become the heroine anyway? Because Midori Goto set it up as a race war over the spoils of Lennon. When I proved, what I suspected, which is that Leslie Katz was setting up this charade clocked purposefully to the AIDS Onslaught, the coward Fripp went wild in attempts to cover their dirty.
Yoko Ono claimed that I was pursuing a virgin obsessively precisely because I had infiltrated and proved her authorship in the murder of Lennon. Much as I would have liked to save his life, getting the truth about AIDS is important, too. I knew nothing about the threat on Lennon's life, and even if I hated Leslie and never dated her I wouldn't have realized what Gail Burstyn had done.
Yoko Ono was assigned John Lennon with only one absolute requirement: to have him place on December 8, 1980. This would allow Midori Goto to fall in step with the refrain that she only loved John Lennon, too, and to incite New York, particularly the Obama squads, on James M. Crary. Leslie Katz was their partner and medium.
The claim that the war game happens to be true and that James Crary was the villian are incompatible and that accounts for the obsession of women like Moonunit Zappa, who raped a retarded girl. It isn't very logical to say you support attempts to create a dialogue protecting women from date rape and then distort the contents of my letter to Leslie to say the opposite of what it does in order to rape a deaf girl in cold blood.
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 11:01 AM
When the King Family supported a war game that included child mutilation of a white supporter's son and rape of a retarded girl, they were informed by the AFL-CIO's promise that they had set up James Crary in a way that trespassed across gangland police concept laws, like the tasting of cocaine to see if it was real the night of the DiPietro sting, and that they would have a deaf suck who, while a hero, perhaps, was completely humiliated and disenfranchised in a way that would cover the King Family for their accomplice in AIDS and pussyball warfare.
One thing obvious from bitter experience is that Gays don't deserve honorable mention intellectually in the AIDS Onslaught. The lack of competent address regarding instrumentalities of change (immigration issues in the electronic media era, for example) are something I inherited as a public school student in an underemployed city. Giving tribute to victims who cannot think properly and who advocate for assassins is a bad move.
The rule that Peter Gabriel established when betraying human history and The Bill of Rights pursuant his baby emotionality, fat boy lies and alliance with Gail Burstyn is that if you are not rich and famous you are wrong. How does his plastic society gossip change the fact that my eyes are damaged from multiple beatings in chilldhood? Or that I wasn't the driver at Kelly School? And yet he was willing to play this trick on all of human destiny just to sell some songs and blackmail some deaf people.
It hasn't been difficult, with hench like Larry Flynt and Mark Nordenberg, for King and Gabriel to incite the most nauseating people.
Mr. President, shoeshine no more.
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 11:06 AM
The machines of enforced plastic reality
cost a lot of tax money,
but now that what they printout become true automatically
a lot less time is wasted on thinking
which always struck the unfortunates as drudge work.
Invention is bliss, not to be mistaken for ignorance.
The adage of the day ~ whose reality mine or yours
can be subsidized by
the dream of a rude machine
as it screams in your dreams of a new religion.
Truth is that which accomodates the highest percentage
of what passes for normal people
or at least in the loop.
You might even criticize criticism as didactic.
An exercise in the goauche
like stirring your coffee with a knife.
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 11:20 AM
Moonunit Zappa ran a very intimate decoy operation for the Jewish Defense League in tandem with Mother Gail during the staged and phony intercept while the coward Fripp railed in defense of Mt. Desert Island, an easy sale to begin with, since Presidents Bush and Clinton were attempting to assure the world that Reagan didn't know and that the Burstyn scroll wasn't related to torture and Leslie's malicious activity through Carnegie Mellon, a lot easier, in other words, than telling the truth and warning the public in a timely way, especially when the Black Man was crowing for revenge sex with Midori Goto and she was posturing in flirt, give me the head of Alias Little Boy.
Moonunit Zappa is a partner of Sean Strub selling the crime as a theater of the real battlefield for jetset approval. One of the most notorious facts about New York City is that it is a region of performing artists where acceptance is predicated on sale and charisma. You get these fatheads like the coward Fripp who come up with concepts like, "Losing True" to underwrite the idea that peer rejection for not being entertaining enough has some philosophical underpinning, obviously doggerel, but what do you expect from a county where everyone who is out to be just about anyone struts bloody murder all day?
Puff that chest out, Spike old Lee, or you're be found guilty of losing true.
Then we really get the jizz, about human trafficking, from the insufferable Yoko Ono, no less, who used a deaf Korean orphan with epilepsy and Downs Syndrome as her son's comfort woman of choice. You're not going to improve the situation of trafficking by following up with the rancid shit of Herr Ono. The women being driven insane as chattel by New York City civic ways have souls. Geffen Corporation, the Japanese and the an English experiment on these women in holocaust cells and tape their cries of sorrow as research into exploitable foundations for songwriting, which louts like Peter Gabriel then endow on cue with emotional textures that reap the sincerity faction in the markets of fabled tears, such that PussyLew Lapham can bray of the success. The souls of these women are damaged deliberately into dependencies so that Ringo Starr and Larry Flynt can masquerade as crusaders who have made human trafficking cells into a sanctuary movement, they claim, protecting the jetset specifications of Moonunit Zappa and Mona Charon, lie after cowardly lie.
It isn't protective instinct, she moons to bleary eyed good morning, it was possessive tendency. Thus when the Jewish Godfather of the Autopsy Division poisons a goyem in the brain and Moonunit administers pussy through a proxy to alleviate the neuroplastic coma, and then abruptly cuts off the enzyme of mercy and the neuroplasm freezes up, inflicting horror seizures and amnesiac suffocation, resulting in terrible screams of suffering, it is merely deaf suck who feels that it was tortured bringing punishment upon itself in order to learn from the experience.
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 11:29 AM
Emptiness
We live on this side of the astral plane
meditating on a pin in the wall
as Chase Manhattan says the word Abdul to you.
The foreign are suspicious
of the Americans who gave them
such abominable freedom
and they scheme in suburban kitchens
against us every hour of every day
you can see them, Sarah Palin will confirm,
their bushy eyebrows under their towelheads
warning their daughters.
We do, after all, live in a world
where on of the grossest liars ever
to sell earplugs, Billy Joel,
crooned a song calling
honesty a lonely word
in a room full of Reaganoid gargoyles,
Sinatra rejects, filling his glass
buying him boys,
in tropical shorts
a promised claque of Hawaii suckerpunch
poured like lava over hula hoop tears
at the rabid foam of a seaside
swimming pool of Central Intelligence Agency fornication.
Tribute to the electronic age of immigration.
My kids didn't amount to much.
They were bystanders killed
by an agent named Jane Bond.
A newspaper man for a corporation gazette
misquoted some African poor in telling me
not to grieve.
It was nothing new.
I learned the meaning of emptiness young.
When I reached out to
a very tall black girl in gradeschool
who was surrounded by a frenzied mob
of anti-busing racists,
she slapped my face,
an act I could never rise to
in dealing with peers.
Looking back on her courage and fright
against the only white kid
who tried to help her
I realize that if I had not been sincere
which she couldn't have known
she would have been hitting
the one of us who would have hurt her the most
and so,
she is the only person who ever struck me unprovoked
who I cannot really blame.
To be truthful, however,
if I slapped the faces of every sick white hater
who came onto me first
with an outstretch hand
can you imagine how long that would take me?
I'd have to board a dozen airplanes.
The world has changed.
We all share the same bathroom key
and we tune in together
to true emptiness.
I see it as Hollywood punishment
of Dr. King's kids, I don't mean his children,
for having been right all along.
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 11:34 AM
Q. Lawgiver, speak to us of bluerag Crowgoister.
A. When Seangong Gluehaggorgooster began aping the comments of Mark Chapman about his old man, I just knew would turn from wolflike eyes to pleading baby to me for vindication.
Q. How you feel about the FBI capturing the Christmas Tree Somali?
A. I think that boss, three cheer duh FBI, but they won't catch the an English behind the Somali not even they know it true.
Q. So you repeat that the FBI are nothing but ballerina in tights for the kluk of the Krymzoid Kangaroo?
A. Why, there you go again, I never said actuary system.
Q. Who are all these strangers bothering you?
A. Midori Goto is not real love.
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 11:39 AM
Q. So Sean Lennon went along with his father's assassins because they promised him he could make some of his money back commissioning an identity crime on James MacRyland Crary?
A. Right, that's what Reagan and Clinton promised him for cooperation.
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 11:52 AM
Q. Do you think Vincent Scotti Eirene knew about the plot to kill John Lennon?
A. Yes, to get attention to his brand of moral pacifism during the onslaught, weird Catholicism. I met him through Leslie Katz, an intermediary, violent Jewish kid named Matt Marcus.
Q. Why do you think Yousou N'dour went along with all this?
A. He's just a slave anyway, why not be for one that pets him and purrs his name, right?
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 01:32 PM
Q. So Gabriel and the Teamsters construed ambiguity as a license to be dead wrong, hedging as inscrutible their libels, and rendering their claim to infallible obscurantism a political action of Race for Race Sake, in a race-baiting slander with death outcome for anyone who refutes them?
A. Robert Fripp's respect for the truth is a direct inverse proportion, if that makes any sense.
non-Q. A persona impacted on a golem.
Dear ODHH,
This is a follow up letter from a TTY call. I identified myself as an unemployed semi-professional, meaning I have four years of library clerk work and background in journalism. I'm happily residential in International District but as a deaf person matriculation to Seattle hasn't been entirely smooth. Even newspapermen are shy of my experience and since I'm late deafened my strange history makes the deaf community pretty sullen about befriending me.
One of my discoveries is that public offices here in liberal, benevolent Seattle, have little experience with the deaf. Hospitals make the mistake of thinking a sign interpreter will help a late deafened adult and court rooms find the real-time captioning quite novel an experience. Nobody ever calls over TTY.
Bob Macik at the Greensburg office of Hearing Speech and Deaf Services, a Pittsburgh advocacy group, introduced me to Jeannie Tamburro. ADWAS brought me to Seattle after I was attacked and Jeannie raped in a premeditated hate crime that was advertised in advance by Carnegie Mellon Student Union Newspaper (their library archives have it on microfilm) by men working with Peter Gabriel, David McWade and Cameron Brown were conspicuous in their stalking agenda.
I don't know what became of Jeannie, my best friend, who I had to abandon for her own safety ten years ago, but I heard a few years ago she'd held a job, despite Downs Syndrome, at the GOODWILL Store (on the Southside of Pittsburgh, where I also had a little luck volunteering with Radio Information Service, a group for the blind).
Academic progress was barred by Al Souma at Seattle Central, despite my having a Pell Grant, because he doesn't like my commentaries about things I have tried and tried to report to Police about what Reagan did in Pittsburgh to me and others. The scene in Seattle is so crackpot when it comes to kids and their reasons for things, so easily manipulated by Teamsters under the aegis of Gabriel. They really don't care what is real, only what is exciting, so it's been sad for me.
The isolation to some extent extends to the Emerald Clubhouse and Chinatown where I study hall as a volunteer nightly and to poetry at what is now the Bluebird Cafe where I read once a week on Mondays. The reasons are egological, people wanting a bandwagon that I refuse to join.
So, it's sad for me. I've been injured by people and so on, without any sort of recourse.
Thanks for hearing me,
hope you are well and thanks for the newsletter*.
Mac
*The newsletter, a Community Review (Fall 2010, Volume 7, Number 2) is published by the Washington State Department of Social and Health Services through the ODHH, Office of the Deaf and Hard of Hearing).
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 02:00 PM
Q. Martin Sheen and Christine Gregoire, with the help of the Office of Vocational Rehabilitation, came to bat for Hillary Clinton about Mt. Desert Island by placing Brandy's chocolate at the entrance to the Dept. of Parks, tell us what they are implying?
A. Brandy, or Randy Tantliger, broke into my home and poisoned my liver after the Parochial miscreant, including a determined network of Filipinos, pulled together by Martin Sheen and John Stockwell, who stalked me in Oct. 1987, claimed that my sleeping with their attack prostitutes made me an unsafe kitchen worker. They were determined to potboil a license to start AIDS testing.
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Version : The Fairy Queen of Mars
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 06:42 PM
Q. Do you know who killed Tupac and Biggy Smalls?
A. It looked to me like Colin Powell and the riff-raff from Bowling Green, but frankly, if the Hip Hop scene is determined to run Death Row operations on behalf of the AIDS Combein then they are public enemies and if Colin Powell and his minions take to shooting them it is probably in order to keep the violence happening so that the issue of uncontrollable race rage plays into HitlerReagan's hands.
Q. So it was part of the attempt to empower Midori Goto and Yoko Ono by manufacturing Obama's quid-pro-quo demand while covering up what really happened on Mt. Desert Island?
A. I think that goes without saying. The NAACP were also finks during the war in Vietnam. They'll call AIDS a weapon against Blacks when it suits them, but when Blacks are shown to have been involved in the first place and Obama shown to have been the appointed beneficiary they clamp down on the information.
HitlerReagan cultivated Black gangs through drug and weapons proliferation because he knew their ethic ultimately is fascist. Tupac and Biggee Smalls were sort of arranged as martyrs, probably when Eno brainstormed that it would empower the AIDS Combein, part of the last man standing routine of Cynthia Lennon that also accounts for the Heinz assassination.
Q. Do you care?
A. Death Row was working with Lisa Miles and others who were covering for Mt. Desert Island, it's something Fripp brokered with Obama. I consider them mortal enemies and Abu Jamal has cranks working with Aaron Dixon threatening my family publicly in the Stranger Forums.
Mt. Desert Island was promotion of the idea that AIDS is cleansing the dirty. A more wholesome person than Jimmee Creary they leer cudda saved John Lennon. Forget everything else, that proves that AIDS is manmade and that Havel is a racketeer and the an English accomplice. Martha Gellhorn told me privately, "The English youth are unconcerned and unaffected by AIDS" the truth would have been more accurately, "and eager to profit."
It is, for sure and of course, a disappointment and learning experience to discover what Japan envisioned their role to be in the United States. When Reagan came to power on a platform of license to do criminal, unspeakable excess, he appealed to the vigilantee mob and outrageous anti-Prohibition hysteria in American klans and mafias, the religious corruption and, unfortunately, you cannot blame Japan for the mess he made of our names and legacy. It took a village queerwarden to turn mass murder into local barbershop laughter. The vermin English was selling racial eugenics and couldn’t bear a white suck fellow traveller on the crimson road. That he came to America to make his fortune meant nothing, he had to bring a cult fan to disgrace. Our dignity as people meant nothing. Politicians were shopping for an example, too. The military wanted a disabled person to dis-exempt from illegal draft in order to make a mockery of draft exemption, and they campaigned for a Japanese sex vampire in her prime over a timid gradeschool child, knowing it would bring the boys in the bars forward in bloodoath and mirth. Thos. Gordon, Obama and Reagan’s Harvard social anthropologist likened it to the role of Czarina Alexandra’s consumptive son who brought the blood of Russian peasants to boil thinking of his soft, infirmity in a palace. That I never lived above the poverty line didn’t make a difference. That I had learned to write, it could have been anything, they pointed to it as a delusion of superiority. The universities took part in the Jeannie-raping, the civil clerks, the police, the man on the block, the newspapers signed away their rights in the 1980’s to make sure that when the time came they were on the side of the blackout. Yet, for sure, Moonunit Zappa, Sean Strub and John Stockwell owed an immense amount to Yoko Ono’s Japan in their sly game of riddles within riddles in the road of an ancient Japanese obsession: revenge. Someone who knew them should have shouted at us in the dark era of the 50’s when no one was paying them any mind: They are mortally obsessed with revenge. It might have put families like mine on notice. Even so, without the self-loathing anti-American feeling of the New Age Black Society they wouldn’t have gotten so far doing such horribly wrong things, so openly for so long. Without the parochial sadism of the Filipino, they might have been slower to ally with their old enemies. Without Queer social climbing, well? There’s always a place on their wrist to wear the Japanese bracelet and the fairy queen who sent them to Mars.
It’s a rather sad picture we’ve painted of our calibre as people. Reagan ran the most despicable scam in labor union history through Seattle and Pittsburgh and no one but me, who was earmarked in the script, spoke out against him. Predicated on Hitler’s social philosophy, adapted to a multicultural run on the bank, it epitomized the gross façade of our culture’s claims to unbiased witness and brought forward a new, anonymous elite, superimposed on America from abroad, armed with unprecedented technology, all fueled by the silly self-righteousness of petty, upclimbing rivals.
How sad.
Seattle queers to this very minute are playing gunboat diplomacy on behalf of the parochial savage behind the Onslaught. The ringleaders locally of Queerbasque are anti-heroes.
The United States became fascist to please a couple of political correctness krauts who won't even mind their own manners. I suggest Hillary Clinton stop trying to blame me that I care more about the heart and soul of our people than Barack the red-nosed bought boy does.
Midori's entrance into my dreamscape as a King Crimson, Tolkien kind of guy from the margins of public universities and her installationing instead of a nice person in love as instead the Jeannie-raping, race-baiting feminist nazi pig in the antlers of the Hollenzollern promoting the superwave pussywhip of Hitler's revenge, lie after lie, was something that could only have been Elizabeth Taylor and Nancy Reagan's pre-meditation. You will again note that Jeannie was raped and Gail Burstyn went free.
Ringo Starr is promoting cop-killers and giving them grievance through the battlefield tactic of last man standing. That is what happened to Tupac, in my humble opinion. I'm not interested in Seattle, Washington's phony baloney. I was there, I'm a deaf witness who they earmarked and tried to use.
Because of the way Sean Strub occupied debate as the great token of the victim sympathy dimension, Queer Seattle, all of their ringleaders villians, allowed some Roman Catholic snots from the Kolors Guild to kluk their tongues and say, so that's what a hippy is. Our culture and entire civilization splayed prone, panting to be taken, and fell to a brainbeam without an honest word. What a laugh, because of foreign egologic and the Union shibboleths about juvenile deliquency not having a cause in the case of Jimmy Creary, while the assassins were laughin' hord about being called victims of society by HitlerReagan and his prize psychos like Peter Gabriel.
Because of how long they've held out without being effectively challenged the outcome is parochial extermination now even if the truth gets by the blackout someday. Americans, very dishonestly, supported the AIDS Onslaught program. I don't. Take my name off the fait accompli.
The an English rabid keep hitting the same leer about a child that Pittsburgh vermin tortured in gradeschool because they want the performance they manufactured on Mt. Desert Island seen outside of the framework of the impact of torture upon their victim. I was so brain-damaged by their myriad abuses that I was barely able to pull off engagement and get away with the Zell postcard intact. Howard Dobrushin was proven wrong, not just wrong, proved wrong about there being no way anyone could believe that I went there following the leer, when Greg Karl's manuscript showed up reading things like, "the persona is subjected to successive degradations of the X-motive and then subsumed into a larger structure dominated by its adversary" and that is who Ichiro Suzuki advocates for, Greg Karl, when he leers about me continuing to do what I am entitled to do privately as a disabled person in trauma care.
The rabid animals from the Police Department using me for their jollies and their vicious experiments do not even compensate me. Seeing Peter Sinfield and Seattle Queerbasque do all of this for the likes of Ronald Reagan and continue to victimize people like deaf Jeannie has filled me with so much contempt for the people of England that I wouldn't recommend their island to nazgul.
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 06:44 PM
Q. Where does Aaron Dixon fit in?
A. Obama wants Dixon terror to lead me to grant him fifteen minutes of fame. He sees Dixon's turkey attack on a deaf witness and victim of torture as something he can exploit in trying to strongarm me into his concept of victim slavery in service to other victims. Aaron Dixon has never succeeded in making himself admirable by saying he doesn't admire me, he's just postponing the day that he is found out for an organized slanderer promoting Reagan in return for the right to ride Eno's coattails locally.
All of the brainwashing of Jimmy Creary that he exploited is part of an extremely unusual high finance and technology spin machine selling mass murder. Dixon sabotagued my very real attempts to get early warning out. Naturally, he wants to secure cover for that humiliation and turns to Strub, Leslie Katz, Gail Burstyn and Martin Sheen.
Reagan wanted the fighting words verdict in part because the crack situation puts Black people on hair triggers. It's part of the nazification of Black society we are seeing. Hitler always fights over words, he needs it for his poison.
Lying about Mt. Desert Island was central to making it a property game and Queer Seattle cared so little about anybody else that they helped Gail Burstyn pull it off. They tortured me when I defied them for it. They raised the issue of L'il Kim tonight so that Ringo could pull a routine to try and terorrize me into his concept again.
Eno is a pervert who thinks it's swell to get a man like Dixon to smear his own good name by association with the platforms of Reagan. It's not my style, thanks.
I'm still a disabled witness. They tried to use me. Cornell West and Dr. Frances Cress Welsing are just Sean Strub's most prized and groomed terrorists.
Most of the people who were in on what Hillary Clinton did to me were never at risk of AIDS or even this sort of hazing.
eggnog
November 29th, 2010, 06:46 PM
What people need to watch out for is how Bush, Gabriel and the Society of Military Engineers have manufactured travesty to communicate that implacable violence is dominant. When Sarah Palin called North Korea her ally, she may have been telling the truth. The military cult Obama is wielding in the Two Virgins overthrow concept is very wily.
Version : My Eyes
eggnog
November 30th, 2010, 11:55 AM
The economy has been manipulated into a recession so people keep their hands off and consider more closely the justification for AIDS, in their surreptitious voter's booth of remorseless post-Reagan analysis. Observing Seattle one realizes the degree to which it is a major crime scene as a partner of Pittsburgh. The Reagans, Thatcher and Queen Elizabeth operated the murder machine from out of The Carnegie and Seattle Art Museum. James M. Crary was earmarked specially by Holocaust survivors to showcase the mass murder for profit dimension. "No, we're covered," sneers British Labor attorney Amanda Harcourt, "We were always right about Jimmuh Qwee" and straightsforth to attack a 98% deaf person in the eyes, while inciting compulsive risk-baiters to leave reminders of their deadly toothbrushes everywhere I try to exist. Harcourt is a shameless gamestre of mass murder who claims that torture and rape were brilliant forms of foreign emergency poetry training. Having been raised by Ward and Marie Moore of Topeka, I already know I wouldn't have spoken in contempt and hatred for Pittsburgh and Reagan if they hadn't tortured me as a child, but the nazi termites from Britain who cleverly called themselves Amnesty International manuveured in through MK-Ultra to traffic the idea that I provoked serial brutality by utterance of fighting words.
The reality of Oppo-World is that the number one civics objective of Herr Midori Goto was subversion of Marie Moore's stoic midwestern dignity, by seemingly self-humiliation processes of an impacted neuroplasm which is why pussyball epicureans Gregory Karl and Barack Obama kept refering to her as SAMA, a Japanese suffix meaning, "super-polite" and Gail Burstyn wrote, "the goody-goodies are twice as bad." (Black Allah, the un-envious, undefeated Frankenstein, against spits vikkktim must forgeev or die).
The reason why Vaclav Havel wants me in prison has nothing to do with real love, and just the opposite. It is because he is living proof that the anti-communist vanguard from the publishing industry, allied to Hollywood, manipulating the post-assassination era with Nobel War-is-Peace Prizes, are Hitler resurgent whose pathological hatred of love's beautiful and life-giving autonomy is the enemy. Havel scorns the democratic spirit, poetry, the Bill of Rights. He wants them ground out, he wants them thrown to craven, lackluster homosexuals and attributed to celebrity thieves. He is a rapist who enjoys the destruction wrought by the worms of American academia and the filth called The Bar Association by the murder-loving pigs in the judiciary.
During the secret alliance of Frank Zappa and Jerry Falwell, necessary to the exquisite orchestration of Japanese double suicide throughout Gay America, a few people briefly spoke truth to power about religious fundamentalism and Reagan's zietgeist of exterminationist demogaguery. Then they said nothing when Peter Gabriel, oiled and tasering his sex victims, arrived plotting a new marriage of extremists, raping a 98% deaf poet with neurotrauma in the impacted injury itself, poisoning his victim's eyes and stalking his sex attack victim with Dr. Frances Cress Welsing, the germ war nut in Black Fundamentalism who was allied, through the Omoja Nuthouse, with Will Zell Broome, and her depravity addicted partner Larry Flynt who hustler'd to depict his obscene alliance with the AIDS Combein itself as heroism: the ugliest act of propaganda since Birth of a Nation, Triumph of the Will or Battleship Potemkin, a complete forfeiture of the American spirit vis-a-vis respect for the other, and Seattle, Washington, a gutless, spoiled county of rippers, can think of nothing to say in answer but how marvelous, how keen, how perverse to Eat the State by helping the guilty.
Their revenge on love was to make Midori Goto into a wormy shiska of depravity and disgrace to then spit the poison of police state typos on my pleas for public warning. If Ringo Starr thinks he will make his reputation in America by raping deaf people for fifty years I vow to make sure of it.
How can you expect piracy conducted this openly, murdering Lennon as a symbol of mass murder, not to? It's what they are. Seattle is a plotted format of cheap slander for the titillation of rapists.
Seattle is not a nice place and it is not idealistic. It is a seat of horror.
Shannon Harps moved here fully expecting to be part of a liberal society while working for Sierra Club. She was sacrificed by a sadistic faction tracing to Sean Strub and his godsister Moneyunit Zappa in a foreign escapade that put the sexual conquest of Midori "Go/to" as its over-arching military objeective and now wants to silence grumbling about AIDS by extra-legal methods so that the U.S. Attorney General cannot be forced by an enlightened Commonwealth to go after the Beatles for 911, which was also a depraved example of their mythological plastic reality. You say it was not depraved? Their ringmaster, a brutal pedophile advocate, Peter Sinfield, calls me "a one man Northern Ireland" despite my history of non-violence. He, by contrast, is a one-man occupied Denmark.
I'm a lot cleaner than the pigs they call women in Seattle.
Has Jim Marrs ever proved molecularly that I am a danger to my species for being a pornojunkie? His method of trying was given a radio show, "Experimental Disease Transmission" at Carnegie Mellon, where Jeannie rapist advertisers discussed anthrakxattacks in advance of 191. Seems Jimmuh Queerbait misread Danton's Tod at He's Dead, Jim where Evan Knauer gave Sharon Samuels' abortion the nickname O'Quarry, or was that Ronnie Zz-sin-ski?
Francine Dee
I always wanted to be
a member of your club
but I was too ashamed
to tell you
I didn't have the money.
Like you
for all the socialist talk of poets
I believe in earning for myself
and paying
for the things that are best
(unless they are gifts).
Like you
I wanted the condemnation
rather than the fears
because like you
I'd seen the wonders
of our narcissism
and was less afraid of words
than the loss of soul.
I still don't know
who came and got me
to boil as a pig on a spit.
It's so sad, it's scary
and they still call him Superman.
The State Trooper, possibly from Lancaster, Pa and Bucks County, using me for his sicko jollies and experimentation without compensation is some sort of criminal and diseased sexual communist oinking with Midori Goto in promotion of Ronald Reagan's pussyball madness. He pedophiled little Jimmy in neuro-bondage slavery then kept a ledger of attack prostitution on his bonafide little carrot Satan.
No way did I wrong them.
eggnog
November 30th, 2010, 12:33 PM
Q. Police look with pity and distain on your objections to be sacrificialled by Oliver Stone.
A. The clubhouse I inhabit has some very practical as well as some bold and innovative people, and seeing them everyday, I really have to object to being sandwiched between collosal sadists by a rampaging and deranged megarockstar who simply thought it would be funny to work over a civil servant.
Q. King Crimson have the official infinite higherness of Source authorization through Dr. Frances Cress Welsing.
A. Ayn Rand Club, too, classic Attilla and the Witch Doctor stuff, sort of like seeing Howard Roark dressed up as the Enright House and dancing to the John Galt Trio.
Q. You spoke of non-violent despite being possesseth'd of ein debble.
A. Ach, tung, we'll rape de Q-butt for text while he mews like a kitten.
Q. Is it true Queers with HIV spit in your soda?
A. That is very much the sort of of thing Ichiro Suzuki has tried to incite towards me.
Q. According to Patricia Fripp the HAIR Generation essentially is the legitimizer behind the final solution. People that reckless bring it upon themselves with smart remarks and chilly climate stares.
A. Fripp is part of the electronic immigration movement.
Q. What is plastichead garble?
A. Nobody told me.
Q. You do not bereave in Gleat Blitain?
A. Royal wealth is being cloaked by the scrim of the self-made turncoat and enforced by the naziism in the romanklatura they call the Left.
Everybody who voted Reagan in 1984 without knowing AIDS was his weapon should turn with fury on Peter Gabriel. Victims are just a medium for British labor to exploit poverty and blackout pursuant consolidation of power. First it was scabs who were pariahs, now they have "utility function" to quote James W. Child's social theory, while being used for "clean up time, show those mothers how to do it." Child at least had the decency to call what they were doing for what it was: preference theory.
As it turns out, very much to the contrary of Howard Dobrushin's lies, Midori Goto's partner Martin Andelman was working Jimmuh queerbait's psyche along with Saul Brecher, Ringo Starr and Mike Exler, playing the Don't ... Stop/Don't Stop routines, mocking women, with "you blew it" and Leslie's "why should you get another chance", taunting the neuro-sedated golem hoping to open a hole into impacted suffering that high papal attorney Hillary Clinton could tell the Omoja Nuthouse that Hypatia Feminist Journal ruled to be proof of pent-up rage. How the queerbait dreams of conquering his tormentors. How Seattle fell for it. Helter Skelter for the weany who cudda saved John Lennon, grunt, grunt, grunting all the way to the bank over Mt. Desert Island.
An absurdity, delicious to the Meierens! Jimmy the dangerous! Myuh! Myuh!
MYAWK!
There are no intellectually brave people here in Seattle. They are cowards who tremble to their gutless DNA at the thought of condemning the Beatles for torture and kiddie-rape.
The Taliban is really weird, yoJimbo.
They played chicken with the AIDS virus which of course is why Reagan hired Koop. Here's the plan, do it to Jim Quahthing. That's what it would sound like, now you don't really want or need to do that to anyone else, do you? That's a laddie.
After the Strub revelation there are really no true surprises possible. AIDS was part fag-on-fag crime from the get go. People knew who you would not ever believe. Teachers in your school. Your favorite militant lesbians. The military had a Queer persecutor all set up from the beginning. If you live by the lie that Peter Gabriel is anything but scum you've had it.
If you think of AIDS as Reagan's joke, you have to think of Ringo Starr as having provided the laughter. Important people considered it a monkeywrench of overpopulation. Were attempts made to halt the tax and spend nazism of the Cold War? To restrain our moral gluttony?
Walker Percy wrote to me in 1986, "beware the delectations of despair" but that is precisely what they were really after, the double suicide binds in the milk of human goodness, courtesy Victor FrankL and his lovely Oliver Jewboy, berzerker survivalism as absolut civics.
eggnog
November 30th, 2010, 02:21 PM
Q. Why did George Bush try to have your dad court-martialled?
A. Dad refused to break contact with a dying man under orders.
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eggnog
November 30th, 2010, 03:41 PM
Q. What accounts for the subhuman tendencies of Cirque de Imbecile's billionaire faction?
A. They're mental problems derive from the fact that they aren't real Americans. Basically, they're a hive of krauttrusters who successfully exploited the idea of self-made grandiosity but then though they make their enemies' skins into lampshades, you can't cut their cloth into Old Glory; so they erected a monstrosity ~! this HitlerReagan past, and saluted.
Most of the madhouse couldn't tell the difference anyway and the ones that could felt even more inferior.
Q. So basically they are finger-licking inferiority complexes...
A. White power in the New Age of nazified black people.
Q. Both Obamas have the same genius for hateful superficiality, as witness their truly evil exploitation of two brain-damaged deaf children. They are corporate installations who lied more wickedly than the Clintons, proving that incredible stunt possible, for the escalator ride provided by Bush and Hitler (the butler did it) who asked only one tribute, the bloody knife with which they backstabbed their friends, a great delight to Hitler in triumph. Of course, they crow that their scramble up the raft of the Medusa was on the backs of centuries of abolitionists but you wouldn't recognize the idea from their brutal lampoon of my father whose anti-segregation efforts made his children the mark of the devils.
Neither Obama however can relent, and they can neither relate to, nor understand the salt of the earth issues among the black people who took such pride in their horrible Faustianism. This is why both Fink Factors (FF) think they can dictate complicity as spin doctrine and call it conscience.
Obama is the smiley face of the AIDS Combein hooked on the illegal politics of do or die. He doesn't respect America's law, because he isn't a real American.
eggnog
November 30th, 2010, 03:53 PM
Q. So Midori Goto was on a mission for the Jewish Secret Service to murder Alias Little Boy with HIV?
A. Mossad was involved, but the author was HitlerReagan. Reagan loved John Lennon more so Yoko sent up Lennon for a mercy killing. That's how Reagan's mind works. You'll thank me, he would say.
People should read what John Stockwell did for a living and then note that he followed me to Allentown in 1987.
eggnog
November 30th, 2010, 03:58 PM
Q. What did Chris Hampton, or "Munchkin" the girl with the boyfriend at Yale, call Halloween?
A. "Hallo's mass."
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eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 10:44 AM
The conservatives in Oklahoma may not like the idea that Jimmy Crary the abortion monster was targetted by and defaced by the same political machine that bombed the Alfred Murrah Building, but that doesn’t change the reality. Muhammed Ali has very racially fixated mental problems. He stands up, says I’m Reagan, tell on AIDS you tell on Allah. New York City, high and low, worked that monstrosity through Blast Furnace Radio at Carnegie Mellon, the old story of how Vince Eirene and Martin Sheen started the war in the Persian Gulf with a carrot getting a little airplay.
The main problem with leaving Seattle is that it will encourage Midori Goto who has set up a system with Gail Burstyn allowing her to commit homocidal ritual abuse while posing as a coy mistress.
Ringo Starr and Ray Geiger were leveraged back into the picture and Ringo Starr has apparently bonded with Ray Geiger, Sr. in attempts to endorse Jimmy’s persona secured by deafness dependency in an environment of peer violence. It’s always uplifting to see two gargoyles suspected of murdering each other’s sons and cronies lying about innocent bystanders as recreation hoping to inflate the value of their most sacred coattail surfboards.
Murderers that intend to sell a plot will tell any lie. The current thrill is to accuse me of defacing Ray’s art (again) on behalf of persons who defaced little Jimmy. I rescued Ray’s art. See the difference? There’s a big one.
Ringo Starr was nothing. Ray Geiger, Sr. wasn’t much. Lennon was cool. Ray, Jr. was a very decent person at his best and a fantastic painter.
The only reason these gargoyles are at work is because they are murderers determined to commit identity crime against a deaf person they mutilated.
Every story they play from Tyler Art School restates the obvious: I was protecting and encouraging my peers while they, in turn, were abusing me by deed and by word. The authorities who came wanted to destroy all trace by commission of an identity crime. By eradicating me they could guttersnipe what I reported. Robert Fripp evidently reported me as a rape suspect to Interpol. On the basis of what? Inflated hysteria mongering that promised his sister a spot on 60 Minutes with Colin Powell. The authorities had agents planted as friends. It’s how Bush sought to destroy confidence in the public schools, where my father, his mark, was busy teaching.
To understand the plot that Bush and Obama engaged in you need to see that Harvard, Yale, Stanford and others in the golden triangle of higher learning are governed and operated by rich people some of whom think of them as summer camp. Daddy took light to the poor and I was sentenced to have my liver eaten out and regrown again and again in the form of an abortion Prometheus upon whom serial undercover hitjobs were contracted. A deaf person who was poor, in a public school, battered horrendously, was encircled by high finance maliciousness just to gloat about fucking up the communists in the name of Lennon who dared to want their children to be free from living life as ignorant servants.
Foreigns, like the rabid English, invest here. They want slaves if they can get them. If they educate someone they conclude that they own you. There are no agencies who feel legally bound to protect a deaf queerbait from the Taliban. None. Contrary to their lies, and the gobbling of those lies by Seattle cronies of the faceliar klan, Pittsburgh did not really in fact bother to hide that they had tortured me. To the contrary, and that is why having those utterances honored was so amused and such sport. They also smugly alledged that behaviorally the ingratiating manners of a child torture victim towards terror craft offenders was the sanction of the victim, rather than hostage behavior. It demonstrates why ideologues are criminally insane and untrustworthy navigators of our complex society. They live only to make it more complex and thus more obscure and thus, finally, more dishonest. It is the function of a Fripp to lie. That is its nature and it always does so in the wormtongue sophistry of a truth-seeker.
A deaf child simply isn’t prepared for such sophistication but regretably I criticized HitlerReagan in college, so who cares?
I am not in a position to challenge Obama’s agents when they come onto me. It’s a mental health recovery situation where I am badly treated and sabotagued by the aggressor who have escalation dominance. The very odious powers of Hollywood underwriting Reagan’s assassination of JFK want to misuse my name and establish domain through that resort and they have already virtually sealed the fate of the American Liberal Establishment, because of the Great Backstab by the hunlike eels called The Beatles.
I cannot change that and will not try to change that. What I will do however is continue to warn. That is why my sister Laura once refered to me as I, Claudius, a man trapped in a world he never made. So I had a pleasant discussion with a suspect in the Blue House killing, because I am in no position to stop the discussion. He’s probably with the Office of Naval Intelligence.
The military is behind AIDS. Blue House was a Harkin warning, just as the cop-killings came from John Kerry, that is what I believe.
They want the right to murder conscience just because I dared to state my own name against the lies they had rendered into their klan sheet. It’s eerie and sad that the final call by Hitler came from a Black man.
Hollywood forces paid for the onslaught. Sending me the plan when I was too young to be suspicious was merely a formality. Czechoslovakia was bigger than me, but somehow they managed to avoid being blamed when Hitler ate them first. By contrast I never even cooperated.
The Murder of John Fitzgerald Kennedy is the same game by the same cartel as Oklahoma Federal was. Abortion is HitlerReagan’s rhetorical ploy. When I told Sharon Samuels in a clicking, macabre, Revolution no. 9 like phone call that she placed to my house that I prefered abortion under the circumstances, which are disturbing ones, a cheat on Leslie, of all things, because of how the plastic in my psyche had disrupted my thinking processes, but even under those circumstances I was calm and stated that I would acknowledge and raise the child if that is what she wanted. Gabriel and James Dubya Child arrived soon after in posse claiming that the decision to kill was the same as the one against Hiroshima, the subliminal mode enculturated Eyes Only on That Voice Again: (my nephew Steven in West Virginia Government needs to pick up on this, concerning the murder of his grandfather by Clinton) for no end of time Bob Dole said that abortion proved I was not non-violent, therefore they had the right to torture me as a child because my deaf nature was to avoid giving lip-service to atrocity in Vietnam. Abortion was like bombing Nagasaki. James Dubya Child, intoning on Alias Little Boy, get it?
George Bush is completely and indecently insane. God knows what acid he shared with BeatlesPaul.
To think that King Crimson could have stopped them just by putting Jimmy Crary ahead of Will Zell Broome. In those days I’d barely even heard of Midori Goto and had not the slightest interest in her snouch paranoidal politics.
The Jeannie-raping Hitler rabid English and its vicious pro-Reagan tribune at Seattle Times has only one criterion for what is truth in responsible journalism. Either it conforms to its twisted KC swastika religious overthrow Pro-AIDS Combine egologic or it is lies! Lies! All Lies! And it will smash the World Trade Center and murder your children to make you agree.
Have you ever seen the picture sleeve of Magical Mystery Tour showing Paul McCartney dressed up like "Lord" Mountbatten? His colonial military attire is the real Paul, Sir LSD, the real face behind the delusioneering face.
Daddy must have said something pointed about them when he saw them at an underground club during their Cavern days that got back to Ringo and he followed me, while Bush said, Paul, baby, come here.
Ringo knew. If you think that he didn't you are just very badly mistaken and that error of judgement has the Stranger paralyzed, opting to help those who blew away the Blue House, rather than acknowledge me as an independent journalist. The Left here were defeated by Reagan because they thought themselves sly. Reagan knew sly. He knew what they thought was sly. What Reagan feared was openness. The shooting of James Brady was a clear crackdown on glasnost in D.C. He shot down the Office of Medical Ethics at the National Institute of Health. He created a direct spigot for disinfo from the Pentagon to the so-called Fifth Estate, a ruinous elopement and tragedy. Lewis Lapham didn't care. It was fodder for his womanly hatred of Kennedy. The wish for kings may be a longing for pampering, but the wish for a society of laws rather than arrogant mob mongerers with carrot tapes from damaged children rules.
Leaving Seattle isn't real easy, because I don't like money and have never watched it very closely. Even when I need it for things, it's not like I attach importance to it.
Elopement has been constructed by the Hollywood funded Catholic workers loyal to HitlerReagan in the Onslaught and by the terrorist cells in places like Post Office syndicates loyal to the crime because of Obama. Elopement would be seen as a validation of the high finance murder sport that the Combine is using. It’s likely to be seen as a way of declaring bankruptcy and announcing, “I’m in.” Since it is not a dire emergency, I don't see why it's incumbent upon me.
Obviously, I would like to leave or live here and get it so that my family is no longer terrorized by Peter Sinfield, a monster, a child raping cop-killer and a liar, but the protest action would actually, inadvertently, empower Reagan’s trump: Midori Goto, who, contrary to the myth of victimization, was behind both Rosa and the McVeigh bombing on Rosa’s birthday.
The murderers are for real.
They control the government.
Where do you run from a brainbeam?
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 10:54 AM
The murderers are for real.
They control the government.
Q. Isn't this paradoxically and coincidentally as the croww flies what the McVeigh sect hold?
A. There's nothing paradoxical in Reagan's wholehearted attempt to institute fascist anarchy. When I say that our country refuses to solve our problems lawfully in a manner consistent with the values of our commonwealth in favor of looters who ran an assassination program, I am not advocating violence against the government, just penetration of the stonewall surrounding the AIDS Combein and pussyball warfare.
James Child manufactured plastic explosives. It's a Society of Military Engineers operation that included Peg Simons of Hypatia Journal of Feminist Philosophy, which is why I took Dr. John Eskridge to court in Allegheny County about Omoja, the Community College nuthouse that hosted Von Welsing and made me (rather than Reagan) out to be Frankenstein, with the help of Peter Gabriel and Cyril Wecht. I took, by way of interesting digression, my grandmother's bible, only to have my sincere gesture derided and a white kid from the African American church I appealed to come over and scribble in the book of Timothy, also before the bombing in Oh~kay.
This cult from Hancor (Kor/han) with allies like Dornhegger (a close friend of Thos. Hodge, neighbor of Alla Chertok and Shron Samuels (who introduced me to Gail Burstyn), he had the dog Yuri eat off my father's cashmere coat after Chris Fitzmartin, also his friend, made off with my Roland guitar, the only inheritance I received, are a cult of bankers and military engineers, commissioning a very serious and widespread act of hostility against America's civilian structure, who believe they own the public domain, freaks like Ron Paul represent them. It's extremely strange that organized sexual violence would have such support in Olympia, but there is no question that the National Organization of Women, under Hillary Clinton, endorsed on-campus, lethal pussyball ultimate fights with death outcome for dissent.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 10:57 AM
Q. There seems to be a complex set of follow up questions.
A. All of the issues have had prior address, but Patricia Fripp is resistant to checks and balances and insists on persecution of a compound torture victim hoping to induce perjury by means that Medieval Japan reserved for the inducing of apostacy, but I'm willing to explore the various imprecations that Britain's imperial defecator has unloaded in characteristic heapery.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 11:29 AM
Q. Do you mind answering some questions?
A. It's tedious because for one thing the Pittsburgh sensibility racket is that if you speak truth concerning your own victimization you aren't infinitely in higherness unto dharma.
One of the central problems in Pittsburgh is that the complex framework whereby effective Mental Health Programs take root in America is up against the determined animosity of the enemies to mental health programs, thinking most particularly men like Bill Clinton, who see fraternity politics through the lense of the parochial school system where the softest individuals are singled out for the most cruel abuses, a style that Clinton is affirmative towards.
Clients Rights are largely a reflection of overall civil rights, it's just easier for people who can protect their civil liberties to do so than those who can't.
Most Just War, and I mean war based in justice, not the Bushspeak, more of the same, it's just a war, kiss away la ti da, most Just War Theory is predicated in the idea that even though war itself is morally disturbed activity, and Hitler was obviously criminally insane, the survival of society can mandate that citizens be Drafted to deter conquest by the criminally insane. This leads to "Catch-22" environments where anyone who wants out is certifiably sane, no matter how crazy they appear to be. In Full Metal Jacket, and the film Carrie in a more oblique way, which is the basis of Operation: Medicine Man, you see the parochial cruelty taken to such an extreme that the idea of mental health in the Armed Forces comes to be regarded as a diametrical opposite of their objective. Did you see the Chinese television film of the Naval barracks in California shaped like a gruelling swastika? A victim of torture like myself who ended up railroaded by roommates in college now directing Afghan operations have every reason to fear that the illegal foreign draft and hate crimes at work are a sledgehammer by the AIDS Combine, precisely because that checks out and turns out to be exactly what it is.
King Crimson may like to be seen as a Rat Patrol, but they're really the role of the Desert Fox. The blackblood letter was The Secret of Sanetta Santorum.
Q. This case is one of horribly large and murdering subjection.
A. By HitlerReagan. Reagan disrupted American cultural continuity. There were four basic themes: Jimmy wasn't tortured. Reagan was really shot. The discovery of the scroll was not staged and phony. Mt. Desert Island was justified. All of it arrogant Hollywood hargswarsh lapped up and spewed by the viper Ian MacDonald, a worthless, horrible, unworthy, pedestrian tyranny in the extreme mode. Fripp should get this through his head: after the rape of deaf Jeannie, it was over.
In rather large and cruel subjection The Pittsburgh Courier participated in torturing an impacted neurotrauma for slavery purposes and they used conditioned sarcasm, a defense mode for free speech, which was grafted into civics in Pittsburgh in 1986 to support the ACLU's promotion of skinhead horrors as an ultimatum to Pitt News that if they leaked what happened to little Jimmy they had to by rights give equal time to HitlerMeese's regulars. There is no C in the KC swastika, only three K's that stand for Obama, Bush and Klinton. By using pressure point extrusion on a horror neuroplasm they were maximizing cruelty.
Q. Do you think that the Fripps can put Schwarzenegger on his honor to get the situation under control?
A. The Fripps and Arnold are the problem. Their campaign with Rosa was to whitewash what was done to me, criminally and sadistically. Maria Shriver is a Hitler spoil, one of those ghastly James Michener stowaways that are unfit for polite discussion.
Q. Quite a lot of what they have ... extrusion'd ... from queerbait is unfit for polite discussion.
A. Get on with it, old fool.
Q. Where does the garamycin fit in?
A. Rocco Marciano depended on an employer of Leslie Katz who also witnessed the attacks by Ronnie Zzsinski on Jimmy Crary named Bolanis, a chocolate factory in East End where Ed Eisen, a partner of Robert Lee, lay in wait when I went to see Leslie one day. He wanted to demonstrate to me the great and glorious significance of cracking slate by karate blows. Eisen was involved in the illegal, Hasenfus wars in Central America. Amy Shapiro also worked at Bolan's, howling about "incinerated pig hide" when she saw bacon and chanting with Leslie really loudly, "We're gonna rape, kill, pillage and burn, gonna rape kill pillage burn and eat babies."
Bettina was in school with them at Ellis. Her sister seduced me and Michela sensed how shy I felt and we kept our making out safe until I was cured, but in retrospect I think the military was setting up a plausible contraction vector for experimental hypnosis. Boris got onto that for McGarvey of the Guttersnipes and Ray used it to compare me to Norman Hauser.
Q. Do you compare?
A. Norman gave me a beer full of butts and ashes without telling me once. I mean, that's not a racked up kid hurting somebody by accident, which I managed not to do, but there is an absence of proper treatment of the mentally ill in Pennsylvania and the klan militates against the idea of reform. Oh, we've changed, they laugh. It's a catch all for them.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 11:35 AM
Q. Lew Lapham chronically evoked Cindy Rudy and a buddha's karma anthem when justifying Mt. Desert Island and raping deaf Jeannie.
A. Right, the New York civics people who cooperated in covering up Mt. Desert Island went into Pittsburgh and propertized testimony for brutal pedophile blackmail. It's a well known dispute about Jimmy hiding in the top shelf of the towel closet, crying and screaming that they had to move because he would be killed at Peabody that...
... nobody believes...heh, heh, heh, heh, heh.
Q. Because of Mike Seattle?
A. Evan Knauer, Sonya Toler. It's a Rainbow Kult bully system commissioning a character assassination. What Bill Clinton proved in Pittsburgh is that if you mutilate a child and mock him sexually then make him a high stakes spoil in a peer rivalry pissing contest with status outcome you will in fact fuck your victim up real, real bad.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 11:38 AM
Q. How do you explain Harris Wofford's endorsement of all that muckraking?
A. Harris Wofford is not an impartial observer. He is protecting Bryn Mawr girls. Gail Burstyn and Ellen Berkowitz are both his wards and charges. He wants them vindicated because his support for HitlerReagan and his charming words about Rick Santorum, his logo-rapine and klukkery for the KC swastika, all reflect bitterly on both his courage and failure to live up to his obligation to Ryland, my father, obviously the better man, or Harris would be dead and Ryland living.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 11:42 AM
Q. Is that an elliptical plea for your own life as a worthless individual?
A. Just keep telling Pete Wyma, "Your bullet is worth more than a Jew," by the time he shakes off his morbid fascination with that thought, maybe I'll get away.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 12:06 PM
Mobilization of the underclass was one of the objectives of HitlerReagan. The Jewish alliance in Pittsburgh who hired Gary Pitman, thinking of Ralph Karsh and Michael Tive, to run us out of the neighborhood, are very good at that sort of dirty. Joel Caplan, whose father is a Northside pawnbroker, was brought in by Gabriel and Wecht to work up the soap opera about Jimmy Crary from a neuroplasm on behalf of Yoko Ono, the assassin whose faction murdered John Heinz to advance the egological power structure of Cynthia Lennon's KC crooked contenders.
Pawnbroking hostage of deaf suck is real easy for Clinton, who gives poisons and skin disease authorization to the blackout mob.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 12:07 PM
I'm not going to do it their way. It's a violent overthrow system who tortured me as a child. The carrot tape, for example, was an international incident because it was part of a takeover plan.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 12:14 PM
Murderers that intend to sell a plot will tell any lie. The current thrill is to accuse me (again) of defacing Ray’s art on behalf of persons who defaced little Jimmy. I rescued Ray’s art. See the difference? There’s a big one.
Q. Did you deface Ray's art?
A. Of course not.
Q. Did you know that you were saving a Lennon assassins' art?
A. That is not proved to my satisfaction. I knew another side to Ray. Given that it is not proved and I loved my friend, I had no compunction about saving his art. I do not express any resentment about the dishwasher job or the many difficulties I endured as a friend of the very Rev. Citizen Geiger. If Ray proves to have been part of the plot and crime I will just say, well, sincerity is sure deceptive sometimes and cease to care very much what becomes of the stuff I made sure to protect high and low, for years, off and on, in fact, between disappearances of Ray.
He gave me several paintings. I always...always gave them back, out of concern for them. I'm not, really, a fundamentally greedy person. What I enjoyed was seeing them made. Seeing Ray alive and painting was a great joy. The way he would laugh was ... a very great joy.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 01:36 PM
rakugo: whatabout that cum stain on the black futon in mama's study, queerball, huhn? how you gonna git outta dat one? eh, queerbait?
eggnog: This goes to the root of the criminal obsenity in Nancy Moore's alliance with Pechman. Reagan used the Lennon assassination strategically to engineer a landslide for Operation: Rescue's explanation for the AIDS Onslaught.
Peter J. Sinfield, a human AIDS virus, comes sniffing at a futon that was in fact my bed when I was living with my mother and sneers that he can prove that I made love with a Sausilito when she was successfully doing her attack prostitute routine that inverted the truth about the AFL-CIO's involvement in AIDS and transformed it mysterianly into a protest gesture aimed at a "user", for which they collected from deaf Jeannie.
The EnglishHitlerRabid went around to girls like Herrington, Swimmer and Laney Langer, whose private activities illustrate the German-Jewish alliance popular at Pitt, and said, "We know Queerball's the villian, just give us the rope to hang him with" and embarked on a quisling rampage of pedophile blakcmail. It was not, by the way, alright with me. They extruded, violently, through deranged abuse in a childnapping inflicted neuroplasm, testimony from me about how I was tortured and broadcast it directly to the perpetrators for jeers.
Outhouse Harkin professed, oh, we feeeeel that every drop of semen could contain Jesus, while his favorite, James K. told Cindy Rudy, "Play like we were all friends."
How dare the Outhouse Government humiliate my mother this way after all she did for them, allowing them to mutilate me for family captivity by the aggressor lobby? What to know what she said about the princess in question? "She's no prize". Heh, heh, heh. Ray sure found that out the hard way.
All the Outhouse pedophile succeeded in doing was showing that I made love to my girlfriend and that it stained some fabric. What pigs those women are not cleaning up after using me.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 01:37 PM
rakugo: Pale white thing steaming it up with a Sausilito Amazon just about proves he's not a real man of love, heh, heh, heh. Danger to duh peace. How dare he complain about brutal pedophile mutilation by the U.S. insurgent faction behind AIDS? Kowtow!
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 01:39 PM
I'm pointing the finger at you, motherfucker Reagan and saying, "Right here."
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 01:49 PM
Q. So Reagan basically used human envy and greed as a motivating power in attempting to set up a mandatory testing case precedent from the child of a humanist, stateways can't change folkways, style, with the tragic and ironic blessings of black folk in a new, inclusive klan, an Ark of Kolorz, as all the evidence shows?
A. More than that. This was a Mellon Community war game. Recall that Hitler hated the middle class. He believed in strength. The idea of a peaceful, happy, safe, productive, law-abiding civil servant drove him nunu. Chewing the carpet like David Bowie.
Because of what Reagan saw as the laughable rhetorical structure of the middle class, he figured they would face, when faced with armed mobs, "Come on, you are victims, too" and Hillary thought this was real funny when it came to whimpering little Jimmy, brains blown out by assault and battery, under hypnosis to a silly rape suggestion.
Reagan's large conceptioning was to destroy schools and higher learning, to give everything to an international superclass, the sort people worship like BeatlesPaul and then to attack the middle class through violent huns in the lower and create a survivalist system, which is what goes on in Pittsburgh.
Harkin made it as steamy as possible to create an equation between: "The persona subjected to successive degradations of the X-motive" and his violent pedophiles torturing Jimmy and raping deaf Jeannie.
Fripp to the rescue of Adolf.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 01:50 PM
Q. Reagan started AIDS?
A. Care to see the evidence?
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 01:52 PM
The pervert Midori simply created a pervert barnburner by destroying Jimmy in the impacted injury by the medium that Ringo developed to frame me for the murder of John.
Q. The neuroplasm caused deafness-related jealousy and phobia?
A. Do you think it wouldn't? Where are the professionals in Gregoire's government? Out playing Pussyball, of course, and when feeling very English and epicurean, with kiddies.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 01:53 PM
Q. So you just kept sleeping with the moral deli to prove it was a rap sheet.
A. And I did, in fact, prove that, which caused Obama to freak out and attempt to destroy the evidence with the help of Outhouse, Nancy Moore and dishonorable Pechy.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 01:54 PM
Q. The NEVA Corporation in the pornojunkie hut are encrypted with premeditations of Hitler's Revenge?
A. That's well established research. Care to see the evidence, jackoff?
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 01:56 PM
Q. Can you say anything to keep the peace?
A. Probably not. You see, I think that AIDS was a crime, and the vicious attempt to use it for overthrow by the an English rabid illegal. The Outhouse must layoff, they will get nothing in return.
Yes, I believe in non-violence and due process. No I do not think Queerbasque is a protest movement. They are saboteurs.
I will continue to lobby for AIDS Nuremberg, including the prosecution of the staged and phony intercept who claim to have protected gay people and acted out their interest in punitive reprisal.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 01:58 PM
Q. Do you plan to change your way of life?
A. No. I am a deafness impaired victim of torture in neurotraumatic recovery. The murderers are at war on our liberties. They are using AIDS as a vehicle for extermination of a liberated society while plying the usual stories about human trafficking, concerning which they care nothing.
I am a witness, not a politician. The attempt to politicize my testimony comes from the aggressor lobby, led by Obama.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 02:01 PM
Q. What's the moral of the King Crimson/Jimmy Crary story?
A. Don't rape deaf Jeannie.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 02:10 PM
The people I am in this for are long since gone and found out for betrayed. Obama never cared about them, so he comes waving his surrender flag of many colours, bearing the ultimatum.
You would have had to have been there and lived through it to understand. It was Gabriel's choice.
The cowardice from London was so powerful and profound that it went off in my stomach like a plastic explosive and threw me to the ground. Never has a weapon been more despicable and parched, never an eel more onerous.
Surely we are culpable having believed all those pulings about the brothers. We could not credit the prospect of such heaped up knavery and manuveuring. It was never a question of the brothers but of the Skoda works, Czech oil, Hungarian grain. ~ Thos. Mann, 1939, paraquoted from memory.
rakugo: You have a military obligation to KuBasque of the Left.
I have nothing of the kind.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 02:12 PM
Q. Defsukke! It is Art for Art's Sake!
A. It is Race for Race sake and a violation of all that is good and fair.
Q. Because you are whitesuck!
A. Because I was born an American entitled to go to school untrampled.
Q. Blacks have been tortured, deafsuck, forgeev!
A. I'd rather not.
eggnog
December 1st, 2010, 02:15 PM
Q. Everybody says that you were a good druggy partner who is obliged by the tribalism of stardust.
A. What the authorities did was that they impacted the situation that I was investigating so they could alter the outcome to protect the guilty and then they demolished me overtly calling it friendly fire.
I was, as I stated earlier in this thread, a deaf kid, traumatized, in a public school, who the superclass set up in an identity crime for exploitation and got rowdy poor people who hate the thought of the middle class, and crow, "you think you're better than us" to pile on, while demanding 50-50 for Jeannie-raping cop-killers.
Version : The Detergents
eggnog
December 2nd, 2010, 11:40 AM
Lord of the Crimsons
Horizons wheel as schools collide
Scholars gather near
The prince has veered the way.
Writing utensils eulogize
Ghosts in from the quagmire
The golden raven cries.
As Socrates scars the hemlock
On which his duty feeds
The apple of the abyss
Coaches penitent the Abbey
Forsaken by Lord of the Crimsons.
Mujicke vizier heralds
Agape miracles.
Contusion mad the convent mantis
Leers like kneeling serfdom
The Medusa rattles her birdfeeder
And shakes her snakes to stone
As Nostradamus grass dovetails
Spear bellies on the locust plane
Forsook by Lord of the Crimsons.
Purse snatch umbrella briars
Wriggle in boars head nostrils
Cheapskate fingerless figurines
Of pre-pubescent buddha cicadas
Squash the tomato first and chant
Their scoreboard hoarfrost bane
As chilly cash goose the goosestep page
For winkings of the winkler flower
Droogs of the night meadow rickshaw
Dance to a flickering candle
Banned by the band
Forsaken by Lord of the Crimsons.
The sisters laughter seriously wounded
connives but there’s no king behold
The de-froster mimics semuta grooves
Like passion fruit decayed.
Tips are taping cut and paste
As oceans glove their tide
While peels the orange of the sun
For freckled lovers cunning
As news litter the sordid sullen dish
Of knavery far and wide
Still awaiting with goosebumps pride
The Lord of the Crimsons.
Rosa was with Reagan, so the carrot sorority's birthday girl bombing of Oklahoma Federal is characteristic of JFK assassins allied to Cynthia Lennon.
John Rawls once imagined a walrus. He called disciplic succession by the term closest continuer. If'n you consider Sean Strub and Paul McCartney the closest continuers of Lennon then The Beatles were behind the Blue House massacre as all the evidence shows. NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW, scrawled on the mene mene sand by that particular ripper, was the refrain of The Musical Box by the syphillitic Gabriel which local guppies led me to on DVD the following day after giving me prior indicatio.
Reckon one can just 'bout only admire the way J. Edgar Hoover came up with the psychologically dissonant phrase: Conspiracy Theory to ward away thought by laymen on the pictures that may be limned through contemplation of the puzzles of power, and how Joseph Goebbels lisps "masturbation" about auto-erotic self-healing. The process of detonating mortal injury by home invasion of a child mutilation victim who began publically crying out was so Ringo could run around Chinatown chanting, "He masturbates too much." A tragedy to hear this from cop-killing, Jeannie-rapists who spent the decades procreating shamelessly while inciting the anthrax crowd on little Jeemee Queerbait. A tragedy and a lessuh.
I know there are people who need the HitlerBeatles for their morale but it's important to discriminate between things as they are and the ennebriating juices of the Pentagon-Disney parasites, tickling you as they kill by back stilletto; they saying ho-ho, don't cry, we'll bellow for you, dear, mounting their torrid fantasy and blowing loudly on their All-Star Troll's horn. They shrewdly adopted the AIDS grievance because they couldn't profit on Lennon alone off the idea Jimmuh Qwee, they then excluded the AIDS grievance excepting its utility as a weapon for profiteering on Lennon. This is what Nuclear Child (James Dubya of Bowling Green) would call "maximatization" on the beneficial effluvium of Imagine as a call to militant acceptance. A great higherness of mass sacrifice.
Ask Arcady nort next Wete
only fair der lube de nebe.
As they littered England with more oiled rabids from their genes and raped my loved ones, depradating on me horribly, no one kissed or even touched me with comfort for 20 years. The preceding 20 they had gobbled me indecently with craven incessance.
She mangled your gazoo, Alentiev.
Too many people are infected with HIV for anyone to accept that it has happened. Accordingly, Lewis Lapham had to think quickly. Littl' Jimmuh is to blame he crowe'd. While leering akimbo that Ward Moore's grandson didn't have sense to keep flo-glo out of his big blue slide playground lungs who just happened to be a child of the humanist, y'know. Lapham averted his eyes, Tive-informed Taliban-style, when requested to address the scientific evidence of severe beatings on the optic nerves. Thus he could transfer blame from those who wrote the letters and adults who understood them onto devil Jeemee. Vaclav Havel's snickering, world-burning, all-consuming, velvet face-saving warpo gesture of Apolgee to Hitler could yet put Captain and Tennile back in the X-mas window designed by a different Dia.
Africa distrusts tears. Reckon there's too many town criers in Hoxie Bros. and Hollowood. El Fonzerelli just got back on his Harley from the Ivory Coast, sheikly spelling his name in lower case letters, and his hair dyed blond. Despite what Hachet Hillary may confide to Leon Botstein, Botswana still matters. The almost unspeakable mental disturbance of Clinton is enough to make anyone disbelieve in tears.
I am so lonely
and in so much pain from what they have done, yet by macabre alchemy my inner psyche is raped and flattened every second on a psychopathic pedophile's extrusion screen. Franklin Graham thinks I'm genetically treasonous devilspawn, too. They've put horrid things in my food, called heart poison a touch of hands, made nuclear threats in defense of card-carrying AIDS Combine command and control, raping us, how can anyone be so depraved? How can it be real? To think I loved them. How can it be real?
Of interest is that semiotic evidence is mounting that LITTLE GIRL was indeed a Reagan plot behind the AIDS high crime (a very low high crime). It's a miracle, given how touch and go the facilities are at the Clubhouse, that beginnings have been made as reference points of departure for interested scholars and armchair grieviants, in The Film Project 2011, but the anguish watching it unfold ... it's there ... it's gruelling. It's so clear and so hidden in plain view, like the letters were.
Although, not least due to the status occupation of Black nazis (not to be confused with militants) it cannot now be changed, I do not endorse the hostage machine contructed by the aggressor lobby. The superclass plan production is just another arrogant form of abandonment by those who cleverly deceived me as to my fiance' real mission so they could transfer their virginity obsess onto their victim by the hegemony of Oliver Jewboy persona. The way they have dealt with the allegation of victim-on-victim fight sponsorship is to retort, "Yeah, fuck you, so what?" Kelly School and 911 were both from the same Mehrabian switchboard that found me in Bar Harbor with notorious Noah Gottlieb and the Society for Human Ecology. Like Botswana, it still matters.
Adrian Belew, who called the sinister test case precedent war game a hoax and vow'd in bloodoath that The Beach Crimz will party on, prefered resistance to The Plan as cheaper still, hence they never asked politely, an investment by Senegalese poetry thieves. Another reason they never asked politely is that British Labor thinks him he be Gurdiev.
Over the years most of my neighbors no matter how disinterested have picked upon how brutal the spell is that calls me to New York to Apolgee, and the temptation is strong to attempt to stop attacks like The Blue House. Ian MacDonald has insisted there be Apolgee to Blownorg. Problem is that I investigated Mt. Desert Island personally and know from first hand witness supported by hard won documentation that Peter Gabriel's foreign alibi, like him, is a heap of smouldering neverstep.
I'm sick and it might well be said in the end, "Well, they murdered Jim" which was probably inevitable when Julian Lennon and Brian Eno determined they could derail criticism by immolating Queerball. Police were screwed by Reagan because they live by the doctrine: The Dictator symbolizes All Innocence. Likewise I was screwed by Midori in the belief her staid demeanor was midwestern humility rather than poker-faced enemy snowblood. Thus, the James-Midori Concept in my heart was wrongly predicated and Operation: Little Girl, the Vespericy of a friendly combein, Vaclav Havel's Terri'rapin' Station was a rout.
eggnog
December 2nd, 2010, 11:50 AM
What I hoped to state in media was my belief, doomed to acrimony from Derek Parfit, the rational guru of population analysis, that if America wholeheartedly had embraced Gandhi's principles of basic compassion, and distributed wealth downward with education rather than pouring it gratuitously into the nuclear pit, we could have humanized the impoverished societies of This Magnificent Planet of Ours. I believed that E. F. Schumacher and Buckminster Fuller had something to say while Ronald Reagan was preposterous and criminally insane. I believe in immediate energy rationing and have made myself available to anyone in Seattle three hours a night for years.
Lack of money isn't lack of courage, it's a lack of practicality. When the Jeannie-raping, cop-killing syphillitic Attilla of Amen/sty International belches in weird religion that I do not comprehend the infinite highness of Andrea SwimmSwimm's brutal pedophile franchise in slur source nor the holyestre maturity of BeatlePaul, I realize the game. The doomed will come looking, cheated of everything, for sacrificial satisfaction. This is why Amanda Harcourt thought the situation, "Terrific!" in 1985. Yoko Ono always crowes about Hiroshima, but never Nanking, always Lennon, never Zell.
Finders keepers. Time was on their side if they stalled. Preference is their social system.
clic~whirr
The Post-Gazette is mortified by your allegations.
Yousou N'dour just slapped Midori's face.
Yoko Ono wants to blow your mind out.
Criminal offense
criminal offense
criminal offense
criminal offense
criminal offense
Carnegie Mellon apologizes
Rosine has just apologized.
Yellow Submarine agrees
Crimson's having a heart attack
Amnesty and Cyril Wecht
Russia
Roxy Music
Martin Luther King just fainted
Sean Lennon and Yellow Submarine
Governor's School is losing Hillary Clinton
Dag nabbit
Oliver Stone believes it
indecipherable
Penny just cried so hard
Yousou N'dour apologizes.
Yoko Ono is apologizing.
Tony Levin's experiment.
Fripp is going to blow your mind out.
Paul Amnesty Englishy
It's time It's time
Oliver Stone
exactly Jimmy
exactly Jimmy
exactly Jimmy
everybody sees your point
India people are worried about this story.
India people are worred about this strategy.
You blew your own strategy.
Etc. ... going on 20 years.
eggnog
December 2nd, 2010, 11:54 AM
Q. Howard Dobushin said whoosh. Howard Dobrushin said thou shalt not seek credibility for trying to smoke out and identify forces impinging on the persona's experience.
A. If thy nostril canals are boogernary is it not cogent to seek tissue and blow? Why then is it remiss to attempt to spy out who the fucking humps were, 'subjecting the persona to successive degradations of the X-motive pursuant subsuming into a larger structure dominated by the adversary?"
911 is a police phone number not a cathartic Princeton tripdude having a showdown with the shades of his own faulty analysis.
eggnog
December 2nd, 2010, 11:55 AM
Q. So you repeat that Peter Gabriel is a heapist of the neversteptuary?
A. Scarcely needs repetae.
Version : The Star of Threnody
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 08:36 AM
~Patochka Sesame~
Cursing me on a curve approaching HIV as a surrogate for the truth about Mt. Desert Island is an outgrowth of BeatlePaul’s illicit and deep throat hobnob of spy partner with the Bush dynasty. Together, they have fucked it up.
Czecho-intellectuals probably wouldn’t understand this because I hold their snickering warhorse Vaclav Havel to blame the death of Jan Patochka who he summoned to doom for his own terrible entertainment. Since I lived through what he has lied about I’m not as easily deluded by BeatleMagic, although hardly immune. However I wish they could.
There is always terrible suffering, hourly, because of what Ringo Starr did to maiden Midori or Midori did to me, the facts unanswered, and naturally there is, often with only a few hundred dollars a month to my name, a terrible sense of loss in never knowing whether had I, were I, for example, today, to go and say I’m sorry, to satisfy the hoax, doors of unbelievable rapture, limelight and dreams come true open to me, but you see I’ve never understood why the public wasn’t properly warned when I was tricked in 1985. De-humanization doesn’t come so easily for me concerning little Jimmy.
The anecdote I felt explains why I thought it best to ask Fripp and Gabriel to let me in during the Reagan Rampage in 1982 was simple enough: they could have used the help it seemed to me. Like a strange scene in a novel of perverse interest when a battered sculptor meets a stoic architect who simply and easily settles him down for reassurance in a blighted condition. The an English were palpably undergoing the bends and needed an old ramrod to align their compass. “You’d better let me in,’ says Howard Roard to Steve Mallory in Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead. It wasn’t a threat or a demand, it was the sad sign of a friend.
Ronald Reagan was a man of lies and no mercy, but much command of the superclass. With ease he found me a lover I wanted to marry and whose redemption I prayed for each time I suffered from combat wounds. With malice the an English used her in attempts to foil the narrative of human time. It wasn’t unkind. It was abomination. Ever since that day they have lied about me and poisoned me. The Beatles shall have no dominion.
More than anything helping New York and the countries abandoned in evil hour seemed to me a matter of getting America to work properly. Foremost, it meant saying no to the hydrogen bomb. Unbeknowest to all of us the devil kept Hitler alive in South America and he encouraged Reagan to underground projects of mad sorcery we are still fighting Congress to uncover and halt. England weighed in with terrible deception and has insisted on terrorizing the United States in a foreign alliance much closer to Israel than to Topeka.
When Queen Elizabeth shot NASA’s last satellite down on the arc upwards I sympathized. When she smashed the Gulf of Mexico in trauma at the international broadcast of Asian cyberpornography, I didn’t. She was just blaming the victims. The parochial savage never knows when the stop its war on sex. Not even after the AIDS Onslaught. Accordingly, compromise is dim-witted. I’m not promoting abortion. I believe that sex education is an act of love. In its absence, students cannot reflect properly on either themselves or children and cannot resist the ancient manipulations of the squalid parochial and its attacks on human integrity. One thing I won’t be party to or endure is being preached to by people vilifying little Jimmy, sowpie titties like David Bowie and Matt Marcus, Der Spiegel and Da Shunt.
It is Senator Outhouse’s most carefully watched secret that James Crary of Pitt News would not be here today, much less have articles surviving in a bloghouse if truth detection under interrogation dah ton devorp taht lleZ lliW ekops sa detroper. Many valued and trustworthy Americans invested their hearts in Ronald Wilson Reagan and in being horridly failed they climbed McCartney’s Christmas tree in their diapers howling We Shall Overcome El Salvador, dump by dump, straight from United Fruit, Inc. In their bellowing refusal to reflect on their own responsibility they resorted to a brainbeam, and the incessance of cowardly lies.
Apology to such rotters isn’t even a consideration.
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 04:47 PM
The presence of illegal information gathering was once considered a civil rights issue that a person who was subject had a right to consider during self-representation. You might want to explore the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle in the phenomenon of trust and arrogance by powerbrokers covering accomplice in atrocity, or, if an opportunity arises, perhaps I will do so.
Version : Driven Out
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 04:52 PM
When a child is caught in the grips of a complex nightmare and then told to answer what they thought was happening quickly and in yes or no answers, you can be sure that psychiatric malpractice by vivisection of children is at work. Pittsburgh's name is as black as Auschwitz. Dr. Petronilla Vaulx-Smith was a studied expert in getting subjects to attach positive connotations to drug use among peers who they were frightened to alienate.
It seems to me a rather sorry day that a neurotraumatized deaf poet just wanting to see the Broadway Musical HAIR is compelled to write a dissertation against a fascist vanguard from the Velvet Revolution who unleashed torture, rape and police brutality from the eighth dimension of terror. Robert Fripp, one of their quisling ringleaders, masquerades in a presentation of creative super-normalcy in order to give escalation dominance to more deranged psychedelic hate criminals like Roger Waters, and Peter Gabriel.
Since the library closes in less than an hour and I am on my way to the Paramount, you really should check back on this thread over the weekend because it is unlikely to be finished before the deadline.
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 05:01 PM
Really it is not as hard as Pittsburgh, Christopher Hitchens and Vaulx-Smith prefer to present to "admit" or "confess" to the indulgence and vice they claim little Jimmy damaged himself with. After moving to Squirrel Hill, in terrible trauma from unspeakable acts of mutilation and horror brutality, not wanting to have to reckon with the horror of alexytemia, pre-pubescent and pre-linqual child abuse, torture, a word that wasn't even in my vocabulary yet, there were times when, strung along by Jewish peers at the new school I would indeed yell, "Like wow, I was tripping, man!" which the shrieks and peals of love and abandon in HAIR from the Lennon generation, encouraged.
Much of this has to do with how HAIR itself is structured: The beautiful longing for uplift and freedom, followed by matching wits with a generation deranged by the Red Scare, followed by provocative acts of protest, of which drugs, in part were like the self-immolation "Let's all burn ourselves!" (Edwin Mayla) of Buddhists, in the sardonic mesmerization of a society we didn't agree with that was killing millions of people in Vietnam. We didn't really know about MK-Ultra until after Lennon died. Here is a link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA essentially the forts and reserve bases in favor of war came dressed as hippies and poisoned everyone. The Church Committee established some of the themes, but if you really want to know what they did and why and you used drugs, just reflect on your own experiences. Having to dissertate this way shows the degree that Oliver Stone and his Nam buddy psychos were in on the plot to kill Lennon and using me as their civil war referendum in military overthrow. Peter Gabriel's faction abandoned their responsibility in favor of making money and on the presumption of power. Little Jimmy was given a jay to puff by Ralph Karsh, effectively cutting him off from mother Nancy, then Eben Platt gave a very soft, nice "strawberry mescaline" limiting little Jimmy's understand of the nerve agent to come, on the horrible night in the deep hole basement of Coal Hollow area in the pit of Cervi/x.
All of this was recipe nature planning.
Tony Levin is in the bizarre position of trying to humiliate the memory of Lennon by making him appear as remorseless as possible about what his influence on children was. Although he decried such role model status and impishly incited a "who are you?" retort from kids, as he grew older and sang of "being lost in confusion" it seems likely he was actually more aware and willing to help. He had to be killed before AIDS occured because he wasn't an obscurantist about such things. He told it like it is and would have if he knew.
Regretably, he remains frozen in time at the point of death and people are led to believe that they can't infer he might have done differently than Yoko Ono dictates.
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 05:11 PM
Obviously the people in the East End weren't our friends or I would say they were and we wouldn't have been driven out in tears of trauma and horror. The presumption of Tive and Lemieux, the Roman Catholics in Pittsburgh, is that AIDS was a cool, ethical, typical military act of a society defending itself. They cover this with the help of the an English by alledging that there were grounds for Mt. Desert Island.
Midori Goto went to psychopathic extremes prosecuting unfounded allegations in horror false witness for the irresponsible and profoundly unhealthy purpose of defending Reagan. She has long promoted with deranged Christopher Hitchens, the idea that one cannot be considered loyal to Lennon without hating Jimmy Crary in favor of the brutal assassin they adopted for reasons of bad boy estate. I stand by my testimony and do not like being on Death Row as an object of Goto's paramystical mongering. The people she is catering to do not want their children to equate them with Nazi Germans who remained silent. They voted for malls, not endangered species, true, but they don't want to be known as germ warfare miscreants in fur coats.
Pittsburgh's presumption while endorsing Yoko Ono's war on Ry Crary's children, a divide and take hostage strategem, is predicated on the widespread idea in Pittsburgh that Jimmy Crary could not think his way out of a paper bag, much less a mysterian Chinese Gordon. The claim that there are a number of different, unrelated, puzzles at work, fails the test of Gregory Karl's own work on the subject reading: The listener is led through a bewildering myriad of surface details to arrive at the fundamental themes.
The themes do indeed find cunning camoflague in surface details, but the root structure is very clear: Lies, to the face lies. You have to pity people at the mercy of such deceptions in a culture where the tax situation pays the protection racket such that to question may bring police burning down your house, while the Fire Department arrives and says, "There's no fire, boy."
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 05:17 PM
One of the fundamental themes at work is the ruse that Mt. Desert Island was a hoax and this gives Amnesty International the "intellectual ammunition" to quote Ayn Rand, to state that they cannot support violent language and that it is inherently ungoverned. In defending the poisoning of vice by brutality and trickery towards a simpering, crying, damaged, hostage child in profound invisible pain, frightened out of their mind, both pre-lingual and pre-pubescent the an English rabid rapes and barks that the victim had no right to howl when suffering damn near a cerebral hemorraghue being forced to remember kidnapping, torture trauma in circumstances of being called a "pig" and taunted, subject to the wierd science of a Hollywood fraud. Obama is so furious for being found out as Greg Karl's associate and accomplice that I was exposed to the lethal chemical fumes today that I was tortured with (and forced to pay for, by the way, after the rape of my girlfriend while in pre-heart poison homelessness) such that my nose began bleeding and the city made clear that any risk they felt I posed they were going to pose back with AIDS blood.
This is the vicious way that Dr. Frances Welsing and Mickey Obama cover up their partnership with Will Zell on Mt. Desert Island. Investigate the man from India hanging around with Michelle McVeigh in Pittsburgh. I suspect that you will find that Tony O'dea and Maria Barbuto, who introduced me to him, and their friend Dalip have a contact point with Gail Burstyn, because Dalip and Burstyn both used the language of what I call Indian Slander, "YOU ARE SO GREAT!" to denote purposeful delusion and hate of a suck mark in their production of grand crime.
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 05:22 PM
Dexter King in his righteousness raping deaf Jeannie after framing me for rape in Taliban execution knew that drugs detracted from property rights and that there was in fact a sociological difference between Lennon and Dr. King, one that the NAACP machine hostile to King's stand in opposition to the war in Vietnam would have exploited viciously, so viciously in fact that one is appalled to learn that King worked with Fripp and Colin Powell denying that little Jimmy being gassed horribly in a tower called Kings Estate while his ear doctor was a bellicose leader of Holocaust Survivors was suspicious. That is because Rev. Jesse Jackson was more interested in secure of a Black Presidency, willing to accept AIDS and put it behind them, given the travesty of Black African and Pittsburgh Black union involvement. It's very clear that Obama constructed the claim that AIDS was genocide on Black people to cover up that Black people had a driving role in the authorship of the AIDS Onslaught. King did all this for money. It's not my fault my work became priceless. They call what they are doing "dirty" to incite admiration among the underclass they incited with the rhetoric, "you think you're better than us." Their identity crime for the purpose of exploitation was meant to enslave me and murder me, and that is what it has done. That's not justice, Dexter, that's being a lawyer, Pitt is your place, not your father's, not mine.
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 05:30 PM
Goto presents anything but acceptance of what they have done as reneging on the spirit of Lennon. That's a strange interpretation: Affirm the AIDS Onslaught or you were not protesting the war in Vietnam. How does one arrive at such a paradox? Fripp believes that his sacrilegious obscenity is the work of God on earth is how. They used abortion very cynically, the creepy things Burstyn wrote about, The Christ crucified in my womb.
Their strongest argument is that Mt. Desert Island was protecting little Jimmy from immediate arrest as the owner of letters with prior warning about the Onslaught, Lennon and all, a crossword puzzle any soldier could have solved.
The Zell postcard makes clear the British terrorism behind this claim. They have worked with the guilty, and attacked the innocent. Now, when all that has come out, they claim to have been protecting me in order to assassinate me? These are the sort of foreign powers who would commit a gradeschool assassination predicated on a futuristic racial and ethnic status quo. The argument that the were protecting Leslie has devolved into the claim that the television is being mauled by my videos. Leslie was still a virgin after being mauled they claim, only she didn't know she'd been mauled, only they did. How? Taliban clarvoyance. The television doesn't look mauled. How did I endanger the TV? All of this speaks to the strange oversight of the fact that Zell was a classmate of McGarvey whose gang is named in the letters, and that all the information about Zell confirms what I have reported about what he said before the AIDS experiment in Weinberger's island, funny thing that Caspar W. would be living there.
Did I ask you to take my word for it? No, I followed up as a sociological journalist. I snuck into their cult and smoked out evidence that can corroborate what I have to say which I then swore to in a polygraph room of the State Police. I talked with Martha Gellhorn about it and printed an article at the Community College before finding the Lennon archive. Now does that say that I was exploiting Lennon knowingly and being protected or does that say that the British are purposefully confusing the issues and using Lennon to cover up helping the AIDS Combine?
The answer is too obvious to answer...raping deaf Jeannie.
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 05:33 PM
As I've said before, this justification for wanting to see my main homie production HAIR cannot beat the clock and be complete at present, so let me answer the question, "Am I being a hypocrit in seeing what can be construed as a drug advocacy tribune when I know that drugs were used as a blindfold in the onslaught, rendered our society unable to fight fascism properly and that hippy masqueraders were in the MK-Ultra? The answer is no. I am a deaf Section 8 Library Clerk, resigned due to severe neurotrauma and torture who loves the music and festivities of an age predating our awareness of the magnitude of the criminal insanity coming from HitlerReagan.
It predates understanding of MK-Ultra.
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 05:35 PM
rakugo: Defsukke! Love of HAIR proves your are an unrepentant liar! Kowtow! Poisoning vice was legitimate self-defense.
eggnog: Let me be on record here at this juncture as acknowledging that I painted Ndebele on the walls of Nardo Berardinelli's and SO on the wall at 3549 Beechwood Blvd.
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 05:39 PM
Please kiss Dixon and thank him.
rachel: You shouldn't. They really had no right. Their goal was to impact the persona by unprovoked martial attack and then stick it to the white suck monkey.
eggnog: James W. Child gave me a menu of different types of law, and suggested it like I was chosing from them. The thing is that when I speak of Ayn Rand I don't mean the way she is used to justify doing anything at all for money. I mean how she can be inspirational to the psychologically oppressed. Creep Fripp was like, wow, he said Rand that means we GIT to be the psycho super right haters!
It's absolutely obscene to call inherently obsessive falling in love by accident with a girl who is still a virgin. Further, it was despicable and monstrous projection by pussyball betrayers advocating for the Combein and war game.
eggnog
December 3rd, 2010, 05:42 PM
The absurdity of these rabids is typified in the Pocket Alchemy movement of the Taliban and Janet Reno. They give the power to judge, vigilantee style, to the guilty and say, well, hmm, I wonder if that passes the hmm exam (no known reason to slur Cuda Brown by that, who invented the phrase "hmm test", an eloquent description of intellectual perplex) when, in this case, that is gross disingenuity, in light of the evidence.
David Bowie secured domain through a celebrity superstate that is Reagan loyal. Their intention is victory for the AIDS Combein.
eggnog
December 4th, 2010, 02:20 PM
rakugo: Defsukke! Just say NO!
eggnog: Yes. And how do you just say No to a friendly ghost who attacks you from behind after saying he heard you called him an asshole when you've never even see his face for the first time?
rakugo: Defsukke! Get thee to New YO/RK!
eggnog: I will flatten the Dakota first.
goin' to Seattle
I'm goin' to Seattle
I'm goin' if I have to tattle.
Let's here it from the Coulterbasque Pagans for Allah:
O'Qruari is!
O'Qruari is!
Q. Are you an anti-semite?
A. Ehhhhh, we'll be talk'n whitesuck talk on Monday about Pishburgh, so hang in there and stay tuned.
eggnog
December 4th, 2010, 03:14 PM
jimmee qweewee (whimpering): why did he hit me?
Uncle Major Thos. Crawforg, M.D. : Mebba him he psychic about all them querrbawl wannabees that end up in the petrie-vanilla dish of Dr. Kreskin Von Welsing.
Q. You've always been irregular and uhn, uhn, uhn, a little bit, uhn, uhn, sticky finger'd, seems, uhn, uhn, a little risky to put Topeka in play for the showdown instead of trusty rusty.
A. It began one morning at Ben's before I met Kemp and Colucci. They gave me a quarter in change when I was only entitled to a nickel. Everybody was saying how lucky I was. I went around to everybody, daddy was still with mom. Daddy finally heard and dragged me back in tears to return it. They eyed me very pointedly as we left. Daddy didn't explain.
Then in Maine, with the dumpster divers glee club, I mean, The Supreme Natzis passed the can grub from trash evidence just for this ka ka caper.
eggnog
December 4th, 2010, 03:16 PM
Q. Are you being mistreated on the mumblepath?
A. Not so much.
Q. Will you be there Monday?
A. No, I think so, Your Greenness.
Version : Hair: The Moorcock Switchboard
eggnog
December 4th, 2010, 11:28 AM
:)HAIR:)
I’ve never really known what to say about people who are capable of truly unbelievable viciousness towards innocent people. People like Charlie Manson and Peter Gabriel mystify, and because I have been tortured, in life long deranged, practical exercises by the military klan of California and beyond, by both of them, I’ve had to think about this question an inordinate amount of time, and so, I have tried. It seems to be a species of mind that is common among the deadly strain in Germany, how the hateful half of the devil’s advocate dialogue leers petulantly at the good half, laughing as it tries to talk itself out of psychopathy, and sees the best attempt as the juiciest victim.
Nothing needles the an English like a half decent human being. It is why Reagan enthralled them and Jimmy Toogood from Hippy News drove them to snort their snot like no Southern drawl.
Last night was the seventh moon before Posiedon of King Johnny and Queen Rottenegger, and your favorite whole earth hymie, someone Eggnog Crary, was found snivelling under the very different man in the moon than introduction to gamma, along with all those nice people, a little heavy set from a society clocked to being overweight, from a government whose controlling faction are sinister masturbaters whose yogae Ayn Rand caustically saw the environment as an anti-value, and I listened very hard, fearing I might be seeing Obama’s HAIR, just to be sure I came to the right place, before letting the fact that I couldn’t hear the music go, to Dawning of the Age and the beautiful African Seattle Callas gave a lower more soulful note to the word: LOVE.
It was beautiful.
I had come to the right place.
HAIR has gotten better in the 43 years since I saw it, and it has lost something, or at least seemed to have during the first half, but you take the good and bad in this world. Possibly I thought it was the lack of relevance, in the absence of a Draft, and the way the audience supported, rather than being a potentially deadly challenge to the fashion statement of the tribe. It seemed neither aggressive or challenging in the way the first run in 1967 (which I saw at the Nixon Theater while LBJ was still President, and the impromptu snipes were all at him, such as “Lady Bird Johnson took the IRC down to Fourth Street USA, when she got there what did she see, LBJ on LSD.”) And there was a much different Berger stripping to his fringed jock strap, “bet you weren’t expecting something like this so early in the show.” Instead of the lean, mean racketeering scalliwag of 67, here was a beefy, Saturday Night Live routine with a Gay streak.
One of the underlying questions that I wouldn’t mind seeing a prosecuting attorney take up, “Who is John Galt?” style with the original forces of good in the reckless abandon roadshow is “Was HAIR MK-Ultra?” and how many of the writers have taken money since from the CIA?
Mayor Pete Flaherty tried to close the show at the Nixon, citing the fact that people were taking children. I was certainly young, and although I was able to identify the youthful longing in the woman passing out pictures of Frank Mills hoping the audience could help her find him, it wasn’t until last night that I realized how young those kids being pulled out of high school to kill and die in the worst ways in Vietnam are. Maybe it is because before the age of the robo-oils war being prosecuted by Pink Floyd, the American soldier was humanized and visible. Every night’s news was filled with the horrors of scream and flashes of gunfire. Whether because the police were hesitant of provoking or riot or because successive regimes preferred to have student power bombed out of their minds, the venues of rock and roll were absolutely filled with pot smoke, literally from every chair, a smog so thick you were totalled just sitting there with your hands folded from second hand reefer bonging through the aisles. The usher with a cop and a flashlight didn’t show up into after the rooftop farewell by helicopters in Saigon were over. Still, looking back, they were fiercer. The bow-legged man might even have been 26 in 1967,
Tribal dancing has improved immensely. Since there was no Ionesco “insulting the audience” sort of relevance, and the content now more like a shared and inside joke, the opening was showcased as choreography. HAIR in times of Draft and HAIR in times of Universal Military Exemption are a different species of defiance, and the producers and directors put the relaxed cadence to good effect. Which doesn’t mean I think that the issues were not carefully thought out. There was a vital punch to come.
The vivid, colorful sea-dappled psychedelia of the sun painted set had a lovely gesture of ramshackle in a big old farm truck, and a span of woodwork holding the band and parts of the chorus above the tribe on the mainstage reminded me of the Arts Building at Goddard College, an old hippy place in Vermont where King Crimson first performed in America, that is still unaccredited because the students hire their own professors and the Arts barn is a psychedelic, multi-levelled palace built by Aquarians long ago. Goddard is a college of genius and employers do know that. It is where I first saw a really vibrant sundial. Poverty has no meaning to an Aquarian. They are a kosher barbarian horde from the days when Jews put flowers in Hitler’s rifles.
Aquarians, for the most part, in their world of love, tutor that abortion is benign barbarity.
H/A/I/R
A/I/D/S
HA AI ID RS
There they were groping the audience and all that, no real willing to slap five. Holding placards that read things like: I SAW GOD AND SHE WAS BLACK. It was to say the least beautiful. As it advances so does the choreography until you are very tripping. The orgiastic moments were calmly excellent living. There was a gong and it didn’t look Zildjian. But urgency and angst have been replaced by a higher standard of hippy presentation. These were not carousers who were going to take the audience to the hotel and sleep with them between marches to the Pentagon with Joan Baez.
On the day that I saw HAIR at the Nixon Theater in 1967, the girls at my public gradeschool were still required to wear dresses. Not long afterward my stepmother took me to HAIR at the Nixon, mother took me to a Stanley Theater that was hothouse that might as well have been from one of the long, hot Summers of Mississippi Delta to see the documentary KING that is still hard to come by. Packed with mourners in fury. So last night’s performance had a tasteful flair, but also the hangover of a re-enactment, because it forgives and there is no fury…at first.
When I saw the film HAIR I knew that a great deal of dramatic license went into it and I waited many years before seeing it again, at which time the shock had worn off and I was able to enjoy it. I hadn’t really appreciated it. The dramatic license that went into last night’s HAIR was inoffensively sublime. I felt like I’d conquered myself being there, after a terribly long ordeal, 43 years long, beginning, as it were, a little early in the show:eek:, you might say, passed from Manson/Mancine to felons from Amsterdam and heads who act outed their extremism trying to live up to The Weathermen while being on tour with their WOMAD show, in a rage of Just War Theory they took right to a grinning Reagan. Real Weathermen strafe hamlets, y’know? I’m sympathetic to the plight of Obama’s HAIR. The immediacy of such existentialism is hard to portray.
One problem for the audience and cast may be that they don’t know what it is…HAIR. Even the authors can be forgiven for putting it behind them. They are, after all, of the sell-out jetset at best, and at worst, Richard McGarveys doing cradle to grave production of deaf queerballs from behind the curtain at the eternals ennui café of Michael Moorcock, well selling Evan Knauer’s cheap shot inflations at the cut rate of neo-gnarly fine arts rebellion in computer school. The nudity didn’t begin under a vast, wriggling flag with Mr. Bowlegs, but it was a someone pleasant reminder of why I’ve never been able to hold onto a woman very long.
~unfinished, continues in subsequent jaunt~
eggnog
December 4th, 2010, 11:31 AM
For all that, I worship them. They were beautiful. The Draft Card burning was stupendous, just like yesterday. It has to be judged by its genre and there was a huge, joyous, high-school like, professional improvement, but when you’ve heard, “Why do I live, tell me why do I die” sung by a draftee in the brutal canyon of hell trying to stop the war, well, it just reminds me that the woman who played Mary Magdalene in the original Jesus Christ Superstar was so dedicated to the beautiful song, “I don’t know how to love him” that she took the role again and again and again, on road and in film, whenever she could, whenever it surfaced, long after the others had hopped the bird’s nest. So, that the directors didn’t want to challenge the dreadful vitality in that era is a possibility, and if not more vintage, last night’s show was sure a tearjerker.
It wasn’t really Obama’s HAIR. There was no, or little, subliminal pressure to conform with the axe-murdering military harpy of Ayn Rand who chauvanistically tortured me and raped my girlfriend, at least not onstage, maybe the ushers and some of the pouting fretful who attended in business suits.
Obama’s HAIR:
I’m an African American
With a Presidential bat phone
Don’t you call me Alabama porch monkey
Or Spike Lee’ll get you for real.
I’m a corporation man of wonders
Important Black Salesman
Slave of Clinton
And I got a Bush endorsement
For the stockholder group of Halliburton.
Gimme some skin, teaboy.
Nothing like a nose pick for removing immortality or a cranky bowel’d utopian and I was grateful at Intermission to have insisted on an aisle seat towards the back and near the door. HAIR in Pittsburgh, like heart poison from Ft. Lewis and Patricia Colin-Fripp was a local mafia boondoggle and an esteemed medium for Mr. Reagan to teach the bowler lesson that there is no such thing as a free, shall we say, lunch. As they mangled with panting a poster of the never jailed first Stone, I thought maybe they overdid association with Jagger, since the rockers went the Ted Nugent road when it came to Will Zell and the nature of reality.
...but the cast was for real. I liked them. I felt happy among the sane and the safe.
To see HAIR again after 43 years was a conquest. It wasn’t until Prisoners in Niggertown that they let it fly and boy did they sent a chilling bolt of cold lightning through that theater. I sorely appreciated the moment. Obama’s HAIR has not forgotten, nor forgiven, to its credit, the racism in this country. It is rare to find such uplifting and bold entertainment, devoid of cruelty, in any age anywhere.
I’m a destroyed hippy, not a cynical one. It was absolutely good and I cried like a baby during the soldier scene, so, in fact, did one of them, I noticed as they ran up the aisle, which was touching.
eggnog
December 4th, 2010, 11:32 AM
For all that, I worship them. They were beautiful. The Draft Card burning was stupendous, just like yesterday. It has to be judged by its genre and there was a huge, joyous, high-school like, professional improvement, but when you’ve heard, “Why do I live, tell me why do I die” sung by a draftee in the brutal canyon of hell trying to stop the war, well, it just reminds me that the woman who played Mary Magdalene in the original Jesus Christ Superstar was so dedicated to the beautiful song, “I don’t know how to love him” that she took the role again and again and again, on road and in film, whenever she could, whenever it surfaced, long after the others had hopped the bird’s nest. So, that the directors didn’t want to challenge the dreadful vitality in that era is a possibility, and if not more vintage, last night’s show was sure a tearjerker.
It wasn’t really Obama’s HAIR. There was no, or little, subliminal pressure to conform with the axe-murdering military harpy of Ayn Rand who chauvanistically tortured me and raped my girlfriend, at least not onstage, maybe the ushers and some of the pouting fretful who attended in business suits.
Obama’s HAIR:
I’m an African American
With a Presidential bat phone
Don’t you call me Alabama porch monkey
Or Spike Lee’ll get you for real.
I’m a corporation man of wonders
Important Black Salesman
Slave of Clinton
And I got a Bush endorsement
For the stockholder group of Halliburton.
Gimme some skin, teaboy.
Nothing like a nose pick for removing immortality or a cranky bowel’d utopian and I was grateful at Intermission to have insisted on an aisle seat towards the back and near the door. HAIR in Pittsburgh, like heart poison from Ft. Lewis and Patricia Colin-Fripp was a local mafia boondoggle and an esteemed medium for Mr. Reagan to teach the bowler lesson that there is no such thing as a free, shall we say, lunch. As they mangled with panting a poster of the never jailed first Stone, I thought maybe they overdid association with Jagger, since the rockers went the Ted Nugent road when it came to Will Zell and the nature of reality.
...but the cast was for real. I liked them. I felt happy among the sane and the safe.
To see HAIR again after 43 years was a conquest. It wasn’t until Prisoners in Niggertown that they let it fly and boy did they sent a chilling bolt of cold lightning through that theater. I sorely appreciated the moment. Obama’s HAIR has not forgotten, nor forgiven, to its credit, the racism in this country. It is rare to find such uplifting and bold entertainment, devoid of cruelty, in any age anywhere.
I’m a destroyed hippy, not a cynical one. It was absolutely good and I cried like a baby during the soldier scene, so, in fact, did one of them, I noticed as they ran up the aisle, which was touching.
~the end.~
eggnog
December 4th, 2010, 04:01 PM
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Version : Little Boy vs. Little Girl
eggnog
December 4th, 2010, 03:56 PM
The path of least resistance will be met by the thrill killer again. Did you ever listen to the new sound of 13Q? Blind faith is unbecoming in a society openly courted by a shameless and gutteral demogague. Pittsburgh is run by petite Krupps, their pockfaced leers hidden under Fox Chapel jowls and big old Jewish smiles. They were never prouder than when hosting George Wallace, the latter day saint, in 1968. The science of their frauds are drafter'd in a dugout super-restaurant of cigar'd farts smother'd in barbecue spit guffaws, a ribout oinkroast. Nothing quacks like a Japanese Pittsburgh Penguin plying her psychiatric bed/lam over National Review citizen's band for the Virgin Maries of Jack Nicholson. Lies are the organic native of Faceliarburgh. and BeatlerPaulgle calls them they da Brethren of Liverpool when pronouncing kidneymal on mistuh queerball.
Taking the right to villianize from the English Eenoglish is like taking a luger from a kraut: absolut apoplexy that has to be tied to a chair. I was their netherog dove. How did Pitt, Carnegie Mellon University and the Omoja Nuthouse get away with such a horrible and terroristic outrage of such magnitude? Must have been those rogue elements, Mr. President. My, Ron, cope.
Jimmy Crary was in some ways a brave little boy who went through a touch too heavy of a situation to sit still while Ronnie Reagan called him names and made faces from the highest seat of power wower in the world.
Raping deaf Jeannie.
The Flunky Fripp in his random morality for extreme situations had submitted all this foreign puffery about higher principles to the M.M.s and lo!~ he couldn't even summon a moment's reflection to observe the obvious about what really transpired in the DiPietro Scam. After this suit, his name is going in the basin of a urinal company's prahdukct.
Throughout the Vietnam War (the VW hotwired by queerbait) American Military Klans wished total death upon the civics and values of The United States of America in a way HitlerReagan craved. PussyLew didn't think so and decreed a Two Virgins Yojimbo feud helping him shoot up the down in search of the promise child.
:cool:Lapham as Suspect in the AIDS Onslaught and the murder of John Lennon, his hackney'd whimsy to the effect that it would be nothing new, begins with the tinkling of little bells by Sharon Samuels on her front porch, where I bit a boy after De De bit me (I have dog bite scars on my fingers from when I was six, too). She couldn't believe I couldn't hear the little bells. The Wish for Frauds certainly outweighs the Wish for Kings as Lapham's womanly prose about JFK never fails to prove, and there in the Oliver Meyer weiner of his prose about the Beatles and Mahagagaharishi is the expression again and again and again, like Lennon's Ono-inflicted guilt complex, laying his head down to the spirit of womanhood, is Lapham's favorite thing: the expression: "tinkling of little bells".
At the time I lived at 3549 Beechwood Blvd., next to a Mack dealer who took me to the Good Ship Lollipop to celebrate the Notch Babies with Arlen Specter, Mr. A'Conna had his foot in my drawer as he slouched on the floor, dramatizing the staged and phony intercept while slurring me the words, "I'm a materialist, James." I hurried to the curb of my doorstep and scribbled on a matchbook, "Kasper gassed me in Clem's shack. De De was not a virgin."
Mike
Roe
Wave
Oven
When Howard Lincoln's Steinbrunner no-brainer milquetoasts aren't prostituting me as a eulogist to entertain their Fort Pitt tutors, I live in my peace hovel, neurobedient to Her Master Prime Harpy, a cold witness to shame.
The absurdity of rabids. Yes, I remember how my feet became spindle pods on white cap THC on the night of King Crimson (so called by Cervi even though they were powder pills like bayer aspirin, only round, but with squared edges and a W on them), but Sinfield doesn't know what a man who witnessed the murder of millions of people feels like, he only knows a quisling profiteer does. Colin Powell and Sean Lennon know very truly the cathartic hump of orphan comfort womyn whose queerbait boyfriend insulted the Gipper. Suckatash Stash and Officer Ricci, cooks of hate, we feel that Elaine Langer's brother is a suspect of contact between Ralph Tive, Gail Burstyn and Chick Kirshner. We feel that Eric Sandberg may have given Jimmuh Qweewee Code Red. We feel that Black resentment was HitlerReagan's secret weapon. Jimmy Toogood, the wicked, was a devil of a son.
Criticizing a victim of hostage brutality by MK-Ultra is an easy lope for the King Klan, reckoning a resolution with the NAACP that downplays the hostility of the Nam Vets in the New Age Black Panthers of Oliver Stone, Bub Lee, Capote and Bloch.
Having been slaved to such an experiment, I can tell you sincerely, a more complex person than King would have a little more to say than, "did it to yourself."
Too bad I was such a fuss budget about Slim, Onag, we cudda made waves, myuh.
Version : Father Reagan's Poorhouse 12
eggnog
December 5th, 2010, 12:14 PM
I’m going to punish Al Gore. :mad:We’re not like you is an old song with a less than honorable history.
An English is known. For the an English rabid and its sheep AIDS is a spat between friends best left to itself and the ah, poors willing and forced to cope by any means necessary. It is a lesson in breathing room, and the honor of reputation. Let the parasites contend over Lennon. Entertainment has proven the British Empire’s most cost effective weapon of smoke and mirrors. Anyone protesting police brutality towards queerbait is the moral equivalent of a skinhead. Thus bellows Moonunit Zappa. Saul Brecher, present at the scene of the carrot tape, always had records like Hot Rats, by her father, around, gurgling as he dragged me through glass and held me immobil, tapping on my chest with his knuckle. "Sailor taps," he called them.
Occassionally, I would escape East Liberty of Pittsburgh to visit my grandparents in the Midwest. Ward and Marie Moore of Gray Street, Poplar Bluff, MO, Distinguished citizens of the Ozarks were gloatingly held aloft by George Bush and Bob Dole to be vilified by Midori Goto whose promoters created the AIDS virus in a laboratory while vivisectioning their darling grandson in butchery directed at the mind for create of an enemy within to manipulate the Midwest by the sorcery of their own treasured bigotries. Little Jimmy was taken to HAIR as a child, an anti-war period musical with no provisions for childbirth in its zeal for sexual license. She then straightforth in triumph to manipulate the AIDS victims by Lennonesque supremacy and fad, to connive them into her weapon. God, what an ugly story.
In my review of HAIR I stated that I wouldn’t mind a Prosecuting Attorney’s Office to attempt to intrude into the original production to determine how much of their machine was MK-Ultra, a deliberate poisoning of young minds in favor of recreational drug use to disenable political engagement. I referred to this as a ““Who is John Galt”-style inquiry”. That is, quite bluntly, a mistake. It implies that I share the delusion that 911 was an secret hand intervention by Ringo Starr, crafty hero. It isn’t, and it speaks to the problem. I wrote in haste because the original writer of HAIR included a man named Galt, which in turn resembles Gail. Was Ayn Rand one of the authors of the Burstyn archive? She would have seen a poorhouse teacher like my father Ryland (from the warship off the Rainbow Division command who broke light) as Judas. She would have perceived how Lennon could be wasted and then deified as tactical deception and practical deceit. What I meant was I would like the Attorney General to ask such pointed questions as: Who is this fucker Galt and how did the AIDS victims could to be helping those who released the virus commit atrocities like 911? I’d also like to identify if Jean Stubbs of Bard College who worked with me at the Community College of Allegheny County helped Leon Fougnies and Peter Leo work the will of the Braunsteins in getting Mary Anne Steiner to recruit me to Bard College for the lecture on noblesse oblige that proved so important to Gabriel REM hypnosis and the dogtaggers’ sale of Sean Strub to the Gay Community. Stubbs and Strub. Strobelight discipline. Tickets to the apocalypse.
Those who died on 911 were Obama’s martyrs in the whitewash of a great backstab. Oh, yes, it gets ugly. It sure do get ugly. Billionaire ugly. Reagan, hero of the HAIR generation, Moonunit Zappa brays, Mt. Desert Island was Ayn Rand Fundamentalism that any pagan can concede. What sort of paranoid would call it suspicious? The dictator Judas has been crucified because Qweewee was whimpering over a virgin. Either Qweewee is a traitor to HAIR or HAIR is a traitor to Qweewee and we know that’s not true. HAIR is the new conscription to the authoritarian personality of Moonunit Zappa. How many of the trigger phenomenons in the liet motif of the Crimsons are burning crosses?
“The gardener plants an evergreen while trampling on a flower.”
“Judas drew his pruning knife.”
“Prism ship.”
~ King Crimson
Ooga-booga gonna be my epitaph.
Moonunit Zappa is a self-deluded predator who used her father’s obscure Roman Catholic materialism and authority to wage scorched earth on my completely innocent freedom of speech, meanwhile, that assassin Obama considered her guerrilla violence to be distinguished service to the Crown, Reagan and Moonunit’s godmother Gail Carolyn Burstyn. She incited the brutal rape of a retarded girl over a letter and still hasn’t backed down from her slimy, slimy forked tonguery. Her cult impacted a slavelike condition on a kidnapped child through barbarism, tortured me, and lied when manufacturing a smear with all the manipulative power Peter, Paul and Mary could buy at Oxford. She is also putrid personally.
Who’s this idjit on the edge of time pulling this stunt to St. Louis, the crabby shits of Bath, Avon drawled to fan-bashing Big Dragon over a visit to California, doing comforts while keeping apprised of Mt. Desert Island via fax. Reagan and Zappa sent me the Burstyn letters to accuse me of making the Onslaught necessary. There were no songs to the newborn in that horrorshow HAIR. Behold the slimepit O’Curary who followed the anti-Christs from gradeschool, and Lo! Japanese extremists are now Reagan’s executors. Oh, Peter Peter, AIDS itself was a scared straight program? Well, now we know why godmother Gail told us there will be bad headaches but we’ll behave better. Thank you for your enlightening conduct and analysis.
The DiPietro Scam is a hot Taliban potato masher. Peter Gabriel’s macabre Reagan Trust Fund luridly validated the known to be false persona constructed about little Jimmy Queerball cloaked in an arsenal of trust. Trust is the final call against the right to protest torture. Just as Yoko Ono persecuted John Lennon and humiliated him shamefully about white lies, in the Clinton-Reagan Alliance with Bush here comes a good Gore, he’ll be sniffin’ up the rear, just like a good Gore should. He insinuates little white lies into the merchandice for his anti-rights persecution.
We live in a society that brays unending cornpone about the VOTE. You should have already been suspicious when the worthless worthies of Seattle began braying about the VOTE. The rule of the American Republic was stripped from Congress with the National Security Act and given to police gestapo from the nuclear war industry. That’s why politicians lie.
There was a presumption of lies around the bakery last night while cops outside me dared me to confront my case officer from the CIA with my neurotraumatic fear at the Emerald House that he knew about the Blue House. I didn’t think he would accept the truth which is that I had meant well when I offered to take him to HAIR and just didn’t have time or money to find him when the show rolled around, so I just said I’d forgotten until the last minute.
Seattle is the science of Magic Mountain. If you try to see a doctor, they’ll poison you and make you sicker. My nephew is similarly trapped between Governor Manshin and President Ringo Starr as they called him in the Jeannie-raping movie: The Mailman, while Mickey Obama and Dr. Cress-Welsing run a nurses and skeeters longknives program genetically around our family, premeditated in Japanese cinema, on behalf of the charimastics in the superstate.
Was Manson Aquarian? From what Queerbasque did to Sharon Tate, I mean Shannon Harps, you would think so. PussyLew Lapham took the 444 song and dance like a fly on shit. He posted 666 right up on the new Harpers door after discretely moving away from being next door neighbor in New York City to Stewart Sheppard, the jiggiboo man. Lapham took right up with the mind jester Peter Leo conscripting Crary with Zell-Broome in what he leered was “a cautionary tale” while Walker Percy, his friend, wrote me from Covington, “beware the delectations of despair” and Chomsky published “Deterring Democracy” all those double d’s while Lapham crowe’d about the virtues of Daniel Burstyn, I mean Boorstin and his book “Hidden History”. Like Gail Burstyn said, “All little boys are derfs”. Don’t think they’re not! Yells Martin Sheen, kiddie-porn merchant. Manson and Obama are both Aquarians, go ask Lizzie, and their brand of multiculturalism as an alliance can have its very own objective, the target symbol a qweewee from the midwest who dared to believe himself an item of protectible value as a gradeschool student.
eggnog
December 5th, 2010, 12:16 PM
When I realized what wuzzup, Outhouse Senator Harkin moved swiftying to effectuate my orphaning from Tipton, Iowa with the mask of a Fundamenalist looney patrolling Kings Estate. The greatest fear of Reagan’s mafia, Obama and Noam Chomsky must be that Nancy Moore might lose her grip on Topeka and Missouri. That would pose an interesting hypnotic propaganda problem for Arnold Schwarzenegger and Brian Eno’s Paris.
Obama is a miscreant who plied a woman named Alpana to spotlight the devil in the AIDS war, and had all the backing in the midwest a Zappa and Billy Graham alliance could buy or coerce with Black nazi terrorism.
Destroying Obama’s name for even a small number of people is without a doubt a very good deed, but answering questions like, “Why was Ted Kennedy such a wuss about the murder of John and Bobby ka” aren’t answered by study of a pathetic quisling like Barack. Cyril Wecht, who watched me closely while I was being raised, carping incessantly at Ted about Chap, chap, chappaquidick, is a partner of Ian MacDonald in New York City and Peter Gabriel. Abortion, Marilyn Monroe, Mary Anne Steiner are Svengalian instruments of HitlerReagan’s Taliban.
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Hitler is philosophically represented in Shinto foundational symbolism throughout the Reagan Era of semiotics in film history between Hollywood and Japan. The Film Project of 2011 is dedicated to exampling and decrypting this outrage, and I have turned up example after example, like the 1967 film, “A Colt is my Passport” starring the actor who plays in “Cruel Gun Story” an identical film to “The Killers” of 1963, made at the same time, illustrating the same actions, all pointing to the fact that Reagan created Oswald’s persona just as he created mine with Cyril Wecht. There’s even a picture of Oswald with John Wayne. I don’t mean to contradict Cyril Wecht and Oliver Stone entirely. As Joseph Goebbels said a little truth can go a long way in the wrong hands. Finding their little truth might be helpful. There is an issue of root truth in what Oliver Stone calls Jimmee Creary’s psychological consistency with the script. This content in the letter to Leslie Katz is in fact little Jimmy perceiving the persona neuroplastically impacted upon his prelingual, damaged, traumaconic state.
Among the Japanese films I found one with a cover actress, a pink film, spitting image of Jennifer Rubin, Burstyn confederate, pseudo-source for coward Fripp, just as the mugshot shown to me the night I was arrested on ridiculous armed robbery charges was nearly identical to Ronnie Zzsinski. Japanese culture accepts the barter of women and sale of daughters, at least historically. This sort of traffic is perfect for martialized pussyball.
In A Colt is my Passport the actor is told, “You’re are last hope” as he stands at a safe identical to the one Reagan opens in The Killers at the end. (Just like) seeing it played again, Sam. He sits with his hand over his face in a manner characteristic of Kennedy when contemplating tragedy. He emerges from a house identical to the last scene of The Killers. There are shades of Charles Bronson’s dialogue in the Mechanic, so reminescent of Kasperowski and Herrington. I even used to squeeze a ball of wax compulsively after reading that book. “You did it? I thought he just died” said chicken lickin’ the lickin’ chicken, and then the bomb, “end of game friend, bang, you’re dead,” just like a 119 film from Japan, not 119 but close, which ends with a terrible, terrible scene of a woman dancing as she watches a man try and fail to stop a huge explosion. Then it cuts to skyrise buildings and ends, like the needle of Ron Priest in Superfly. Semiotics of HitlerReagan.
A Colt is my Passport then displays a car with the numbers 34 and 97. Subtract them, if you please. It pulls into a high building and watches its prey. He smiles. Three shots are fired. His prey and partner fall dead. John Luke16, who marrsiaged my mom told me, “you never see the bullet that hits you.” No one seemed to notice that The Killers and Shot in the Dark came out on the heels of Dealey Plaza. As the killer makes his getaway he picks up a passenger and pulls up with his passport to a beautiful Japanese dame. The partner turns sideways and it is Arnold Schwarzenegger to a tea. He says something like, “They’re too classy for them.”
Ringo Starr’s childish displays are predicated on the substance of his ego. He likens his obligatory sadism to fables of John Entwhistle tying Peter Frampton (with whom I have a little German history) to a chair. But there’s something a little more ominous about what Yoko Ono did at the Blue House than what she and her ilk did at Kent State. Under Ringo Starr, my investigation into the origin of AIDS devolved into his illicit and juvenile desire to monitor a kiddie porn trauma victim during hours of profound loneliness. An English is only the sum of its leers. He’s been squeezing what Joseph Goebbels would call “the merchandise” for printout extrusions to bastardize off off off Broadway the chattel slavery way.
When Bob Dole called for back up in Topeka and Wichita, my grandfather’s backyard, he called the Outhouse Senator Harkin, with the old school of Risperidal witchhunters in Military Psychiatry. Silence, adulterer, crowe’d Harkin, you’re scaring the seniors while Dan Quayle is trying to rob them. The folks won’t like that volkswagon hotwire yarn.
On the night before Reagan shot Brady, John Currant made an exchange. He gave me two Hitlers in return for a Lincoln. It was a stamps and coin show by The President in room 711 of Thurston Hall. He wanted me to be sure I understood who was more valuable. His Israeli attorney just wanted a piece of the action, like paranoid Ped Peisen. Israel doesn’t like our haughtiness, Jimmy Toogood, too bad. Wattenmaker they iced me with. Like Woten. Poor alias little boy. “Ah, how perfect you are, America,” drawled Parvaneh Torkamani in her poetry at Hemingway’s Tavern, later cornering me with Mellon detective trolls, furious that I didn’t believe her brainbeam tale. We are all fugitives from cyber-California now, and the Data K.O. at the Dakota.
Brrr. It was chilly climate in Mongolia for Midori as the Queen smashed the oil rig over cyberporn. Gore may repent the global warming, but his house is anything but glass. It reminds me of my German history with Peter Frampton, one comment can make a difference, and old Lynn Schopf, that ace documenter of groupie Jimmy, had a Duquense smoogy for a friend who noted that Ian Wallace hated Robert Fripp, and that the fat man giving Tommy Bolin drugs had been hired to prevent him from receiving drugs. Bolin had me hand him his wine from the orchestra pit. I escaped early, before the barrier, under pressure of the crowd, almost slammed closed on Michael Valentine Smith’s legs (not to be confused with Dr. Vaulx-Smith).
In my indecipherable scrawl I also see mention of the lookalike ultimate fight between two huge blond men at Johnny Winter where I took Kasperowski on hot afternoon, just before the barrier was pulled down to disclose a wall…of pigs….grinning (just like) the Gipper.
eggnog
December 5th, 2010, 12:44 PM
What makes Tom Waits authentic is that he's a homeboy con artist ~ Snowblood Capote
rakugo: Liar! Jimmy Crary said that!
eggnog: No, I didn't, I swear I didn't!
There is an issue of root truth in what Oliver Stone calls Jimmee Creary’s psychological consistency with the script. This content in the letter to Leslie Katz is in fact little Jimmy perceiving the persona neuroplastically impacted upon his prelingual, damaged, traumaconic state.
Q. Seems like a key point, why don't you emphasize it?
A. Because of this: Trust is the final call against the right to protest torture.
Q. Who is John Galt?
A. Same question, different emphasis.
Q. For centuries the slaves cast pearls to swine without even a thank you. Dr. King and Gandhi established the war game accepted for civil disobedience. Why don't you just lock yourselves to a courthouse door?
A. The Chap/erone, godfather Martin Sheen is running a cradle to grave walk through the issues using me. I don't want to rip off Vince VEiseni's medium. It defeats the purpose anyway, like noticing what I'm supposed to say, "if you won't get diltiazem to duh people don't give cardizem to me." It defeats the purpose. The whole point in chosening me is that little Jimmy was better than you, Pittsburgh.
The self-creator's Rubick cube squabble smacks of Gallipoli. The Dalai Lama's Delilah Rosine of Ruzyne was hard an ornery Bushhit. The squalid parochial chap/erone wants his architecture of Mordor by Louis Kahn admired trembling, his Prisoner's Dilemma Tea Game, Tami Simon and T. Simon Farasani, Paul and Ellen Buncher, Ellen Berkowitz' "you have comfortable legs" remark while I was dating Leslie, a little before telling me to call her mother, "Ismael" to which her mother said, "Thank you."
Version : Improving your English
eggnog
December 5th, 2010, 12:54 PM
If you are Vietnamese and learning English as your second or third language, keeping in mind that I am not an accredited or non-credited teacher, and have never myself been able to learn another tongue due to deafness and infirmity, here are some thoughts from what I know as a writer regarding practices that could help you arrive at and maintain a high standard of English composition.
First, I believe in capturing thought for critical review. So compose your writing in Vietnamese as it comes to you, identifying words immediately that you recognize and scribble the words you know in English. Complete sentences in English if you are sure of them. You can parse out words and phrases later, while reviewing, critically, your thoughts. If an English sentence comes to you or an English word, write that down, too. Then collect your scribbles and look them over for ones you cannot read clearly and try to write them again while what they might say is still fresh in mind. If you lose a thought, discard the illegible note, or put it aside and do not dwell on it.
Read your notes, and copy again what seems useful to have copied again. I cross out the original notes if I have too many to keep myself from going over things I've already done or losing what I haven't reviewed in old notes I've copied.
Now identify the words, beginning with the most important, that you know in English and write the English translation above or below the Vietnamese word. Compose your paragraph or essay in Vietnamese. Study it, read it, revise and clarify it, editing your passage, monograph, question, inquiry or proposal for comprehension. Whatever you may be writing.
Now, take this work you have done to your tutor or second language professor. Be sure to know more than one so you can have a second, unbiased opinion without interference. Have the best translation you can manage from what you have written in Vietnamese prepared in English and ask for help finishing and thinking through what is being translated into English to be sure the meaning is the same. Do not allow your teacher to change the meaning without a good reason that you understand and agree with. Struggle to insist that your teacher explain. A good teacher will be happy to and very patient. Listen carefully and try to understand. Ask to have things you do not understand explained. Find a second opinion if you doubt your teacher's skill.
If you lose patience, stop and take some time off, possibly reading what you have written in Vietnamese, since what you say want to say will be clearer to you that way, and you won't get hurried or confused seeking translation or while attempting to clarify and review, critically, your own writing.
Do not hurry or be impatient. A clearly expressed thought can be its own reward, so don't send signals of the sort you see in pop culture. For your own self-respect speak clearly.
This is my opinion.
Version : FrankenChurch
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 09:32 AM
The reason that Reagan's America had to create Jimmy Crary is that in their ostentation and frightful smugness, visiting terroristic crimes on innocent people to boast of their strength and power, in gross violation of the wisdom of all humanity's sages, they needed some sort of little story to balance the gidjit the Confederates think of as conscience. Lo and behold, a feminazi Japanese and Muhammed Ali are their secret weapon with the crank blessings of a Gay throng summoned by Eno and Strub.
Muhammed Ali points at the once beautiful, pale white quahthing and leers, this is Satan, Satan misled you, Satan brought AIDS upon you. Of all the miracles of the Good Lord and Shepherd, the miracle most great has been that Jimmuh Curearie cudda saved John Lennon. It happened so quick one might even say Zounds Abounds! And there's big old Muhammed Ali, after all the horrors that Jimmy Crary went through selflessly in obedience to Dr. King's guidance, prying at the wounds and yammering, deaf suck deserved it. Such are the works of Allah, but for the works of Satan nothing and so be it.
In pre-School, I mean HAIR there is no reference to Louis Louis, adultery or pussyball revenge rape. Those are the goodliness of FranklinChurch.
Naturally, Mickey Obama hustled to my mom for the dope to whom I never dared breath a word. I called a creative series of pictures I took in high school fear Desperado and I couldn't remember why (lost in Harkin's purge of my seven boxes of hope, life's work).
Outhouse and Ali kept saying I didn't win in the battle against Leslie (but I did) and Bill Clinton saw in my letter a condemnation of himself and wanted revenge. Obama lives by The Code, espoused openly at Pitt, that it doesn't matter if you kill the innocent by fraud, only that you win. Why didn't I understand the letters of Gail Burstyn for what they were? There were hundreds, they drifted, they seemed friendly, maybe the sun was shining too reassuringly that day as I was napping. I just wasn't expecting Black Panthers with Frank Sinatra to break down my door with a horse's head. Plans for mass murder from a twelve year old? It's not something you hear everyday.
Do as you’re told or we will rape wifey, ha ha! We will rape wifey, ha ha! Thus spake the an English.
Yoko Ono is a baalrog. The dark lord is known. If an English offends thee, pluck it out. Charles, the snivelling pharoah of England, flanked by 731 doughboys, popped and fresh by Galasi and her vesperado dildo, applauding Franklin Graham’s speech on Jonestown. If that was a neat jackpotunity for Jesus sacred landgrab, how much more neat Botswana! When it comes to the an English rabid kiddie-raping pedophiles at 10 Downing Street, trust is only a matter of knowing what to expect.
Lisa Ann Miles isn’t exactly top billing, but kids should point at her all the same and whisper, “She’s the one who lay in wait to help HitlerReagan so Will Zell Broome could get away.” Theeeeee Siciliani Kasper of Heinz Museum.
Sean Strub’s alliance did The Blue House. Naturally, their agent has a transvestite brother eager to make a loan and watchful the whereabouts of your own. I’m not a concensus builder. If you want Cirque de Imbecile, join Peter Gabriel and applaud the superstructure system overriding mere human concern that allowed AIDS to spread in the holy name of Yousou N’dour. These HIV positive nazi pigs saved fewer lives than Franklin Roosevelt’s Jewish cronies. What the fuck do I care what their problems are? If you want Jesus go to church. They’re always open to the Draculas of the Taliban Inquisition, if flinching conspicuously at the light. I am everything you got and you are going to suck me until Lincoln rolls over and spits pursuit of happiness into the Bay of Pigs.
Abby Silver was a partner of Gail Burstyn who pulled the hypnotic trick for Pearlman Optical of lensing up Andrea Swimmer to Leslie Katz, while her henchwoman stalked the green of CMU in a shirt that read: Persistence of Memory. At the time of child abduction, Margaret Shin’s war colleagues (who spent a good deal of time at the homeless shelter of East Liberty Presbyterian) overdosed me deliberately on heavy duty schizogenic neuro-chemicals to induce the condition of convulsive arrest that they called fear of self-incrimination. Crary stuffed clay in his prick. Ask Donald Gruber, he was schlick. Crary battered his own eyes shut. Voodoo self-abuse of the sort you would expect from a humanist, Wattenmaker sneered. Unsurprisingly my neighbor, the nazi-fascinated Paul Colaizzo had copy of the supremely bizarre diaries of Salvador Dali. He liked knowing enemy imagination and assigned me the story of a captured French resistance officer who made up a tall tale about where his comrades were hiding to earn a brief respite from beatings only to discover he’d given up his squad by accident.
There’s no word of honor in lying for Ronald Reagan.
Pittsburgh is a nazi holding company of sex providers who traffic children for blackmail games in premeditated unholy war. The reason I can’t win an argument with such vicious destroyers is that The United States agreed to sacrifice me to a God Law experiment installationed after purchase from Hitler under an assumed name: mine. To the survivors, it’s art. The Cornell West Triad actually grooved getting a chance to paw the traumatized merchandise while gesticulating their theories. Hey Jude don’t be afraid, just join the grunting Reagan pork barrel masquerade, party on WebTV with Strubber souls, rubbish like Jimmy Jester Black Oak Arkansas, the best honorary the Black Confederacy this side Joel Caplan and Muhammed X. You can get down ya knees and chew duh carpet with Der Bowies, you can make a man outta your sissyball shit by getting kicked in the head by the blessings of Yinzer. Ain’t that fly? Show your great sense of urgency, I say your great sense of urgency with Pink Floyd emergency hoaxes in pussyball cover up dominatrix field of dreams, get grungy as a weeping Sally with HIV. Ain’t your inside more beautiful with Allah? HitlerReagan, man of love, you’ll thank him in the end, trippy Flipp says so. If you think Muhammed Ali has the ugliest mind that ever lived you don’t know Japan. You’ll die laughing when they chicken roast big ole Queerball.
Somebody cried for Julian Lennon in heaven today, then got an erection. Man it was big. It wound its way through skyscrapers, up the stairs and down. It snaked through schools and watered the Queen. It stank up every skirt on every bus and still kept on growing. It was covered in lice and stank of crème de menthe, brother it was sufi as holy Lennon were. Its HAIR was the rope to hang us with and you was, “All Aboard!” waving your failsafe collegiate smears with Rebecca Olmstead. Today somebody cried for you in heaven, Julian, but it wasn’t anyone you’d know and I’ll spare you why. It sure wasn’t James D’key.
John Mayall gonna get him Queerball some more, just like old times ‘a fusion. His friend Ollie North hold up his pukey baby, “Here is my innocence from the lamb” and then sneakkcy Melissa Makkkie screamed, “Jimmy put Jesus in my womb and made me abort it!” Ry Ry Mr. American Ryland. Will the Clinton Circle be Unbroken? Operation: Rescue votes Obama. Jimmy was getting too much pussy paid for and sponsored by Jeffrey Dahmer, I mean Franklin Graham.
Unlike me, Midori Goto is a concensus builder. She is a parochial deviant who usurped Lennon by appealing to Sean Lennon’s Japanese supremist inferiority complex and she has everyone following her to see who is gonna score? Family Law is a violent abridgement in this sad, deaf story. You can’t humanize the pigs. When they say Team Zero they mean you to understand they told you to stop having abortions and snorting acid and that’s why HIV got released, critter. Clean up time in section 8. They don’t need John Rotten Lennon to show them how to do it. They got nuclear Ringo on the Team of Zeroes. There’s a lot of fight language in Chinatown, three sugars on the table.
Bogus judgement and professional standards are a bi-partisan ideal. Feel the pull on the rope, getting lynched by the rainbow, cause Peter Peter feels like a satellite of James. Winking rapist copkillers Dexter King and Fripp to the rescue of free speech as slave labor. Social Security is blood money says Cornell, and don’t get him confused with Princeton East, and with dat blood money don’t think n’yer better than us, wormwood morsel jakin. They see evil as the ontological human condition and invented under this presumption a brainbeam to prosecute original sin as rape by methods of medieval torture. When they finish with wifey, they’ll give you the slip, Mungo. They’ll be out scouring the android zone looking for strays with a butterfly net made strong and sure with sackcloth and rubbed with carpet ashes.
Those pieces of shit in Congress hired a freak show thinking if I insulted a rabid with HIV it makes me guilty as charged, after torturing me and raping my girlfriend when they wrote the papers because they knew I’d die first.
The voices insinuate in a vicious presumption forever repeating their narcophile names, while modulating between viciousness and approval, testing the Zappa/Stone Nietzscheanism they called Gail Burstyn Radio. The an English has a standard of living called bio-degradation backed up by super skrewdriver King Crimson and geo-tampering, incorporated. Operation: Built to Last (just for one day).
Takes you back to 711, Thurston Hall, in March 1981, the beggarless penny that never should have been faught for and the penniless beggar who never should have been fucked for. Something insidious and vicious, but noticed by the superstitious is accumulating in the folds of reason. Delusions of grandeur, an epic’s end, the poet has lost his magic pen.
“Come on, man, just one song. I gotta see The Stones!”
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 09:35 AM
postscript, although this was printed exactly as written, because the 'wear your inside outers' from cop killing gabriel's real world...flip out...if i don't type as i think, my father was in the fraternal order of police and i report to police regularly who i respect and admire when they are not part of a nazi culture.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 11:29 AM
A. Ma, ma. Ma, ma.
rakugo: yOu think I'm afraid of you, punk?
eggnog: Sinister bastard.
Q. So, you have memory problems.
A. I remember when my mother took me to the playground the day before nursery school started. I think she was scared and wanted to see me play alone.
Q. Big blue slide?
A. No a more obscure place, on Fifth, near Wilkins.
Q. You keep saying that The Blue House and the four [expletive deleted] were mown by the same sick network. Why?
A. Because they were. I was right there and witnessed the whole thing, so did you.
Q. I don't see how that could figure.
A. Facts first. Theories second. You refuse to understand that Cynthia Lennon is terrorizing this culture with a game of last man standing to promote the military politics of Robert Fripp and British Labor Government. What you do not understand and CMU do understand, read that as Bush, is that setting up sides does not make an opposition. Confusion is King Crimson's medium.
Q. Why is Bill Gates afta yer azz?
A. Because I can prove both that Reagan authored AIDS and have the courage to point out very simply that it was a violation of U.S. Law and therefore an Act of Congress is necessary to expunge his term of office into the disrepute it deserves and which he probably wanted, anyway.
It's like a landlord detective cult, spreading Operation: Rescue alibis in the name of queer culture, very mysterious system that originates with Sean Strub and David Geffen. The I.A.N. Network. Oliver Stone is HitlerReagan's most perfect berzerker creation: a machete-wielding Israeli who has gone on rapine, the whole hog including the postage.
Q. How can it be that you are not remembering selectively?
A. Neuro-congestive plasm. The brain routes around it and it festers, starts to die and either you wither into suffering and hell, or it explodes, like a dying star, never know which way it will go. When I lanced the plasm the dead in my face was piteous to see.
rakugo: rape memory, faggot.
eggnog: memory of abduction on a cold, cold, day, shin deep in snow, kidnapped and tortured by an armed felon and his jimmy-battering brothers, named Pitman.
A. Please take back the hate epithets.
Q. Why? Are you afraid fighting words Reagan will shoot some more of his own?
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 11:31 AM
clarification: I believe that the syndicate of Martin Sheen organized the murders of the Lakewood Police, their Seattle colleague and the massacre at the Blue House. I could come very close to proving it, with the cooperation of Seattle Times archives and my own personal records.
rakugo: Defsukke!! hahahaha. Sandy and Lisa won!! hahahahahaha. Rusted Root and McVeigh won! hahahahahahaha.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 11:32 AM
Q. You say this is Ayn Rand culture?
A. A Ralph Tive SONY pussyball publication rights type thang.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 12:09 PM
Q. You've said that you believe Thanksgiving is a Jewish Holiday. Why?
A. You're entitled to skepticism. I believe that the very fact that the earliest harvest festivals in the new world were Spanish speaks to my belief that Jews, who were here in Cotton Mather days, and before, fighting for recognition and developing commerce at a time when pilgrims were skeptical of their farming skills, because of the Marrano condition in Spain, forced conversion. Although it wasn't as severe. Mather evidently, although after witches, wasn't after Jews and wore a yalmulke when attempting to persuade them to change over to Christianity.
Something about Thanksgiving strikes me as a Marrano contribution.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 02:34 PM
Q. What's the first thing you think of when you hear the name: Mr. Patrick Buchanan?
A. Bitterness. Demjanjuk.
Q. And after that?
A. Jesse Jackson. Nelson Mandela. Divestment period.
Q. Then? Would you think Palestine?
A. No, not yet. I think then I think immediately of the seamtress fire in Leon Uris' Trinity which, to me, is the heart of darkness of the Velvet Revolution.
Q. Does he still make you laugh?
A. Does Eddy Meyers? I mean...Reagan didn't know is quite a joke.
Q. What about Kathy Hayford?
A. She was awful quiet when I was tortured and Jeannie raped, you know?
Q. What could she have done or said?
A. :Aw, poor Patrick Buchanan!~He and Sean Strub wage war on little Jimmy and Jimmy starts screaming bloody murder.
Q. What about Obama?
A. He's like, you know, Faust, Johnny Cochran, protecting his turf. He's Tang, one of those dragon mountain lions they put over the monument to Mao and that.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 02:36 PM
oo~oo~oo, Mr. Esquire, Mr. Esquire, oo~oo~I have a question, I have a question, is Patricia Fripp the last temptation of queerbait?
Mac: I honestly do not think they can harm me emotionally any more than they have, crushed to the point where my organs are withering up and dying, no matter how hard I try to spring back, but
...when they see the motherfucking evidence I have found I am SURE they is going to try.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 02:37 PM
Q. Are you hostile to Ronald Reagan?
A. Extremely.
skidmark
December 6th, 2010, 03:43 PM
Q. What would you say to the Gipper?
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 04:55 PM
I have nothing to say to Ronald Reagan except that he deserves to be put on trial for the sickest crime against humanity ever perpetuated with the involvement of the United States Government.
To Christopher Hitchens, I have a warning. James Kasperowski is YOUR Achilles Heel, not mine. It proves that British Labor is a partner of Salk Labor. Through his indulgence he coddled religious miscreants like Dan Kemp, Joey Bodnar, Brett McFadden and Barry Zwick, all suspected of violence in connection with Operation: Rescue cover actions in the AIDS Onslaught. He allowed Amy and Tony Dechischis to make a laughingstock of him, and for lugubrious oscillations his Teamstering with Patrick Buchanan on the hide of little Jimmy seems, even for an English on the run from Allah, excessive.
Of course, if Hitchens thinks that the AIDS virus is a glorious weapon, it makes sense that he would be on the march for a super-scapegoat.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 05:19 PM
Q. Are you questioning Hitchens' professionalism?
A. Just tell Hitchens to have a nice hot toddy. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_toddy
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 05:20 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAYT2zyMPPk
skidmark
December 6th, 2010, 06:20 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAYT2zyMPPk
Because everybody needs a philosophy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlK62rjQWLk
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 06:42 PM
Did you ever notice the suspicious themes that come from the Firesign Theater burlesque called Monty Python? For example the business about, "I have his gourd". Or the carrot joke leading to "Terri"? Isn't Terri Gilliam the name of one of Python's pithy shithearts? I mean, these are the an English at their dirtiest, right? Howling that something I proved premeditated among scum at Temple University can be alibi'd by their fuhrerfraubleucher's Pinochet Derby relationship with Holy Reagan? Fuck that.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 06:43 PM
Did you ever notice the suspicious themes that come from the Firesign Theater burlesque called Monty Python? For example the business about, "I have his gourd". Or the carrot joke leading to "Terri"? Isn't Terri Gilliam the name of one of Python's pithy shithearts? I mean, these are the an English at their dirtiest, right? Howling that something I proved premeditated among scum at Temple University can be alibi'd by their fuhrerfraubleucher's Pinochet Derby relationship with Holy Reagan? Fuck that.
Meaning Thatcher (obviously), Bush's little Checkers.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 06:46 PM
Planet HitlerReagan according to Christopher Hitchens:
Jimmuh Queerball who cudda saved John Lennon
was sleeping around the dormitory in college
the other guys got mad
so
they called Peter Sinfield
and hired a hooker with a death tattoo
to take outta Queerball his rage at women.
Just to be safe, Reagan stacked the Supreme Court with Bork
for fear that seniors would be scared
at the sight of him helping roadkills from a fringe Pennsylvania college
molester a deaf poor kid over nothing.
rakugo: grunt, grunt, grunt, so what's wrong with that, man?
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 06:58 PM
Hitchens lives in a world where a Pittsburgh Public School child wakes up blamed for John Lennon's murder, no one defends him and it's the most normal thing in the world.
I don't.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 07:02 PM
Basically the way I see it is that The Stranger was given a choice between a name brand asshole and a dedicated up-close, out of nowhere investigator who was extremely productive against all odds, and unsurprisingly, they went with that horrid mediocrity.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 07:05 PM
At cost of great time, suffering and injury to myself and others, I might add. If you can justify that to yourselves, you're better than me, because I sure can't do it.
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 07:14 PM
In fact your entire alliance and its agenda has been in brutal defiance of the evidence in advocacy and advance of the transparently guilty to the expense of the terrorized and destroyed.
and behind it all, an English wheedle.
skidmark
December 6th, 2010, 09:41 PM
Did you ever notice the suspicious themes that come from the Firesign Theater burlesque called Monty Python? For example the business about, "I have his gourd". Or the carrot joke leading to "Terri"? Isn't Terri Gilliam the name of one of Python's pithy shithearts? I mean, these are the an English at their dirtiest, right? Howling that something I proved premeditated among scum at Temple University can be alibi'd by their fuhrerfraubleucher's Pinochet Derby relationship with Holy Reagan? Fuck that.
I tell you what eggy, they don't make re-education camps like that no more.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtXGKqWz8nU&feature=related
Version : .....look.you,
eggnog
December 6th, 2010, 09:38 PM
Jim McDermott has told you that such a Scared Straight Program is illegal ~
They had no case
They destroyed my life
now they did this instead of summoning U.S. Marshalls to halt Reagan.
So, when you say Reagan and N'dour are streetheroes who got it right you are already wrong.
Even before a long history of destroying, manufacturing, altering, denying and ignoring evidence is factored in.
Not only do I not believe Gabriel's alibi, I can disprove it. Vicious and shrewd, evil hour owes you. You made no attempt to explain a word: my being deaf, gassed in Kings Estate, the doctor I was seeing a Holocaust Survivor, just for a few examples.
never once did you allow the premise: torturing Jimmy Crary is fun, to be questioned. As though there are not enough severe, irreparable injuries to prove it.
as a consequence, there was never proper warning, there never proper compensation, there was never justice, and those who released AIDS in the name of anti-abortion Catholic prank have laughed and laughed and laughed.
It is not me Gail Burstyn knew to a tea, it is you.
Version : High Command
eggnog
December 7th, 2010, 01:48 PM
When the University of Pittsburgh arrested me on Oct. 17, 1993, for reporting the script they had written and sold through their international salesman Barack Obama, concerning the AIDS Onslaught, a military psychiatric operation was in play from investment groups like Peter Gabriel. Because my first allegation concerns the evidence that a Jewish group of of holocaust survivors tortured me in a deranged experiment, Howard Dobrushin, himself Jewish, out of self-respect rescued me into the Deaf Services community, at the initiation of Jeannie Tamburro, who "the people of Pittsburgh" to quote Dr. Kimberley Mathos, raped to punish her.
Howard Dobrushin repeatedly made the claim that what I was doing is impossible, but if you look at it, scientifically, through the control frame of reference at the University during the Reagan Era, a militarized environment, similar to his own warped devotion to amused and recreational sadism, you see that he was wrong. In other words, it is not true that my premise was not reasoned clearly and based upon personal insight, as he contended.
This is the point that Aaron Dixon, a loper worse than a CIA agent, groupying for Obama as a saboteur from the Warhol clique, labors to censor through his pukes like Skidmark. They believe that I exist at their benevolence simply because they are assassins.
What I mean when I say that the control frame of reference needs to be understood in order to see how I knew what to do in order to secure evidence of organized political action and premeditation in the AIDS onslaught, is that they would to the well-adjusted conservative living between say job, church, car loan, and mall and state: this is the low-risk group that we approve of, the beneficiaries of kickback from the auto-bailouts, the suburb mob from private, parochial schools, well adjusted, in tune with military objectives, reticent and approving, happily married for the most part. Knowledgable even. Here is how they behave.
Then they would construct a deviancy model, in this case through "forces impinging on the persona's experience". This is the high risk group. Now what they would want to do in order to create a legal testing precedent challenge is encourage the borderline deviant along a vice line into a control situation of scientifically elevated risk. This hypothesis was correct. The liberal humanist child was lured to Mt. Desert Island, Jackson Immunogenetic Laboratory, Society for Human Ecology, Gurdjieff Cult in a little neighborhood where Caspar Weinberger lived. Peter Gabriel began yammering as a smoke screen that it was a scared straight program and that I was to blame for John Lennon's murder.
I don't know how complicated you were at age 12, but I was a simple, obedient child with oppressive, dislocated, abandoned, yelling, sometimes infantile mother and sister, when we were descended upon by an alliance of the Black Panthers and the Ku Klux Klan which continues to threaten us at the instigation of the U.S. Government and British Labor. Tortured, sent into a harrowing spin, all of which was justified when Hillary Clinton called this abnormality proof that Reagan's script by Gail Burstyn was just a normal condition of the drug age into which I was inducted and to which I am a betrayer, nevermind the evidence of torture and barbarous injury. Her answer was sex. The business about Lennon is a little complicated for a 12 year old child in a Pittsburgh Public School, but that won't matter, since the author was Reagan and that can never be admitted.
Now, the way the police get around this was to perpetuate the delinquency model and create a concensus of psychiatry, allowing the Warhol group, including Aaron Dixon, to engage in pimpery, sexual contracting, licentious abuse and criminal intimidation. The Carnegie and Yoko Ono went so far as to film the rape of my girlfriend for Larry Flynt. All this allows them to punish me for talking about their atrocity. Legal representation has been like no way, Jose.
It takes a lot of audacity for scum like Obama to be this intimidating towards me after purposefully putting my name on their war crime. His audacity, however, has a powerful history that gives him a confidence margin of comfort.
The history of Allen Dulles, author of The Craft of Intelligence, http://books.google.com/books?id=mH3qdHK6_EsC&printsec=frontcover&dq=craft+of+intelligence&hl=en&ei=WZf-TOj-NoTCsAOPxvWwCw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CCkQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q&f=false is what you could call the Dick and Jane Reader for people who want insight into nazification of the U.S. Military. It appears at this point in my research that Reagan penetrated into the Manhattan Project further than FDR did. He was also the Strangelove type. My suspicions are mounting that Salvador Dali, a notorious Franco loyalist, participated in the wierd mesh of events that used Dealey Plaza as their paradigm.
During FDR, Presidential acceptance of the death of multitudes possibly even as desirable to a new era of power machinery, was a sustaining consideration that prevented rescue and evacuation of European Jewry. Part of what you fight in Peter Gabriel's scummy character in the Reagan style manipulation of Hollywood machinery to conjure the mystique of war and celebrity for depradating purposes meant to sabotague privacy and civil liberties in advocacy for a overthrow installation that regards our defeat as a people as a work of art. For AIDS was a horror backstab, by Hitler, that people in America had been primed to take with a grain of salt. So vicious, in fact, was the bandwagon to monopolize profit from the script that the King Family consigned their names to child rape and mass murder.
The reason I flirted with support for Aaron Dixon, before he made clear his stake in pussyball, and violence towards me as a white person, is that I have never thought that anyone could actively believe Ronald Reagan bankrupted Our Commonwealth by the Cold War in order to protect us. I'm not sure what drives the denial that Reagan rescued Hitler, killed Kennedy and started AIDS, since the evidence is clear, but the accomplice and viprousness of King Crimson and Rusted Root towards me as a college journalist is a chilling representation of where Aaron Dixon's real loyalties are: To Reagan, through the Warhol syndicate and Obama.
The bottom line is that it is not rational to say that a race war pussyball agenda this logical locked into a pre-meditated AIDS testing operation didn't use Lennon as a selling point to avert public warning.
It's so sad the way vicious abnormals like Dixon and Gregoire went along with all this that it is truly scary.
However, if you were to use a few weeks of Eggnog Corner as preliminary reading and then draw up my hypothesis in print as a preliminary to viewing Desperate Journey starring Reagan and Errol Flynn, made in 1942, you would see the semiotic riches, as well as some incredible German war film given to Reagan by the Fuhrer as a token of sincerity, to be harvested by scholars all invested with the same theme: Reagan was a traitor and David Bowie is his Goebbels, I might add. There's quite a lot to talk about concerning this film, but I will stick to a few frames of reference that I hope to upload into the Film Project over the next year or so. These can be verified. I watched the first half just last night. A few examples will suffice.
Reagan is outside Goering's box car on the train and says, "Good enough for Goering is almost good enough for me." The subliminal message is only Hitler is good enough for Reagan. Then there is this building called:
RATHARUS.
The R is an R. The A is a reversed R like in the third letter in White Aryan Resistance, the punk group that caused so many problems in the 80's during the term of Ed Meese. It looks then like RRTHRRUS
under the US is a swastika.
RRTHRRUS
...........LL
let the LL represent a swastika. It gives the subliminal message: RR would rather the US was Nazi. Immistakably.
The Film Project 2011 will methodically, pedantically and doggedly, annoyingly demonstrate a preponderance of semiotic encryption, seering the claim for absence of intent. Over and over the same themes in thousands of clips show that Reagan and Japan snuck by actor's and viewers alike: Hitler's Escape, Operation: Little Girl, Two Virgins Pussyball, the AIDS Plot and the assassination of JFK. Thousands of clips will mount and sorely try the alibi until it is extinguished. Reagan knew. He was the author.
Version : Women just love to guzzle down "eggnog"...
hitman!
December 8th, 2010, 06:24 AM
Or at least they should! While some clearly enjoy it, other women act all bitchy and spit it out.
Version : Funkberry Light
eggnog
December 8th, 2010, 10:14 AM
A testament of fact.
Oliver Stone's gimmick, worked out with the grimmest Frankensteins of Nam psychiatry was to work over Jimmy Crary as a symbol of their defeat by forcing him to relive child trauma as guilty conscience. Naturally, the frantically cheated Gay Conservative wanted some return, so it invented the enemy.
Q. Do you think you will ever see Midori Goto again?
A. Probably, because I would rather be dead and that's a very powerful weapon for a Hitler rabid English power-tripper.
Raoul, a name of somewhat unusual occurence, long-figuring in the mysterious-no-longer murder of Martin Luther King, is also the name of the film director of Ronald Reagan and Errol Flynn in the 1942 film Desperate Journey. Raoul Walsh, this horror scoundrel, played John Wilkes Booth in D.W. Griffith's Birth of a Nation which rendered Hollywood, in grand scale, a separate reality beginning on its day of inception. In some ways, Birth of a Nation was chosen brother to Ronald Reagan's film The Killers, because, while Birth of a Nation was the first grand epic, and dedicated to the restoration of the Antebellum Southern system, The Killers was the first film made for television and dedicated to the restoration of Nazi Germany in a new mask.
Not surprisingly, after the release of the AIDS virus, this long arm of the Confederate nightmare in the foul-heart of the American Dream Raoul's new whiz-kid is Barack Obama, on high with the admonition, "Hollywood gave America the Rainbow Sign, let the tears dry, or the fire this time."
A high school letter to Leslie Katz, of total innocence, was England's murder medium on behalf of Ronald Reagan and his horrid scheme to recruit AIDS victims as Hitler's fifth column in attacks intended to destroy and enslave an American poet and thus twist your values forever to their dementia, violence and cause. Reagan's plan to enslave the entire United States this way may yet come to fruition.
This is not a joke.
Braying at lost of having "common ground" with the Stalinists of Russia, full-knowing they were lying, they squoze that excuse about Leslie Katz for every human being they could kill with it.
You must not, cannot and should not ever entertain the thought of trusting a word Midori Goto ever says, that is for sure. Japan can keep its warped double suicide festish to its own little island. To be wrong is always dangerous. To be this wrong has foreclosed on all possibility but war, and we have only ourselves to blame for consigning our wisdom to the non-chalance of cowardly, depradating English; more hateful and deadly an enemy than Great Britain today America has never known. No country before has aimed its needle so efficiently at our very soul. (To think what Japanese cinema might have been if its theme had been redemption and our own leaders wise).
I may be a :confused:Prisoner-of-War:confused:, but at least I know who the enemy is.
If Seattle Gays had tried as hard to inform and protect me as I did them this letter obviously would not exist. AIDS is too terrible for meaningful address, but our Nation's history, this case, requires unerring adherence to what transpired, not chauvanism, not bias, not travesty and games. What has happened is not only unholy it is absurd, a mockery of every single pretense in our ledger, and its potential to sinkhole even further into abomination is regarded like a netless highwire by an unsure amateur with a sword at their back, far and wide, pushing me first, as though the most threadbare luck is our only constitutional watchdog.
It was bad enough that Lewis Lapham made the scurrilous carrot tape of me in a college of tragedy. That he had, just had to use it so maliciously, to the number nine wonder of the world, on behalf of Adolf Hitler's most far out vision thang to defend Pittsburgh's most depraved child vivisectionists and then smother it in brutality from The Sunny Correctness Network and their Taliban Gong Show from Marrs is a dissociation so ferocious bizarre that it can rape and torture and slasher from the office of Amnesty International in the name of Martin Luther King and raise not a single eyebrow in Olympia, much, much less D.C.
Maybe forcing me to pay such a high price for Freedom of Speech helps HARPERS rationalize their own failure to warn by evoking the awesomeness of longknives, even though they themselves are the stabber in the bath. I'm certainly not going to do public relations for their queerbasque just because Mickey Obama calls me sacrificial or Judas.
It is just unbelievable that grassroots America, full-knowing what sort of monster Adolf Hitler was, chose knowingly to follow in his footsteps with Eddie Meyers.
Anyone who would exploit a man after child torture is contemptible. Nothing about AIDS changes that fact. Martin Sheen encouraged the Gays to go that road hoping they'd realize that fact before it became his turn. Family investigators should not underestimate the scumminess of Reagan's Obama-organized Ivy League Operation Rescue machine. The cartel (that oiled Obama's escalator to power) murdered, relevant to my residency in Chinatown, both Bruce Lee and Steve McQueen, his friend. Their exploits concerning little Jimmy span tens of thousands of pages. They exploited child trauma by persecution psychology administered upon pedophile humiliation. Morally disturbed adults in Congress authorized sexualization of child torture in the hopes of smothering a whistleblower about the AIDS atrocity in vaginal fluids and the leers of an English spy-cam.
Unlike Police or my own family, Eggnog Corner cares much more about little Jimmy Crary than about King Crimson/Robert Fripp and Midori Goto; more about the truth concerning AIDS than queerbasque and their looters do. The torture and sadism obvious in Seattle as a continuer of Pittsburgh isn't karma, it is punishment of a whistleblower.
The AIDS Combine created a scheme to which I was mutilated. They then volunteered as AIDS-ridden gladiators to terrorize me in sadistic recreation for for slave labors while braying it was noblese oblige. As Executor of Reagan's fraud, Hitler's No. 1 frontrunner is Barack Obama.
We've come a long way since Jesse Owens.
eggnog
December 8th, 2010, 10:50 AM
Surely, no one believes that Hitler's mordant zombies would have been less destructive if poisoned by such a germ. As when an Italian journalist finally brought herself to shoot a German, she pulled the trigger, "weeping as she fired." It is no exaggeration that the HIV positive community in Act-Up New York City and Seattle are America's gravest enemies. Manipulated and instigated by the authors of AIDS itself, they have unleashed terror with no asylum against the innocent on behalf of the guilty. Such are the strange polarizations in the march of war.
It is my opinion that the violence of Peter Gabriel towards The United States of America, including 911, while enjoying the smirk of Hillary Clinton's delusion-mongering, is formally an act of war, and I remember their motto on Mt. Desert Island: It's about time you wake up and smell the coffee. Midori Goto is a sophisticated purveyor of Shinto survivalism in the politics of final solution. She learned violin as an assassin scientifically plotting the murder of Alias "Little Boy" through convulsive neuroplasm. The Jeannie-raping, HitlerRabid, evidence-tampering, libelous, predatory quisling, prancing English held onto its Empire while endorsing evil hour, simply by aping Reagan's chuckle after his demise, "I didn't know, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh".
One reason The Beatles were loved even in their acid days is that they seemed like peace-loving and fun people. The discovery that they are rapists committing homocidal atrocity that attempts to outpink Pink Floyd and easily beggars the rippery of Manson and his goons will forever mar the belief in our cities and counties that music reflects human sincerity rather than the bubbly saliva of a scarface syphillitic. Every calumny they railed using neuro-suggestive hypnosis, depradating through a rape frame impacted upon kidnapping and mutilation hysteria, was their own creation in alliance with Leslie Katz, a Queen of Diamonds in the AIDS card game. They hypnotized me to their rape suggestions requiring only that I document what they had done in order to proceed.
Although the names Roger Waters and Leslie Katz loom large in the greatest mass murder Hitler ach-ieved, bellowing, slobberbeard Ringo Starr beggared Mao in ferocity and misdirection, consummate with a shrewd Palace froth of Hitlerian deceit amontillado'd with the vespers of Sinfield. David Bowie's leechy-eechy position as henchwipe in dogwhip for the celebrity superstate dependents on New Yorkers so stank from their own morbidity they can't smell a rat from the sewer if it's served them on a plate. Confederating with Will Zell Broome proved that if there is anywhere on Earth that AIDS serves as a moral parable it is the Left Bank of Manhattan and the West Bank of Princeton, where the Taliban Romes.
Even if they bray ich von highernisckt that hate is love, hate is the only thang that Queer Seattle richly deserves. Full-knowing they were lying they squoze their Exxcuse about Leslie Katz for every human being they could use it to kill. An English is known.
Full-knowing they were lying they squoze that exxxcuse about Leslie Katz for every human being they could kill with it. Under tutelage of the an English from the charnelhouse of Ono, wheedles of property, fraud and shiftlessness, the Gay Community assassinated wisdom, plasticized reality to suit the fantasies and whims of their enemies, rippered their friends in the back and finally fell, while bellowing a bloodoath to David Duke over a Bobby Jindhal war game adultery manufactured by The Graham Foundation for crowd control in the abortion of a sensitive child and his dream of being friends.
The legacy of Queer Seattle will forever be one of lurkers.
How Hitler must have laughed as Jimmy tendered such affection and love on Leslie Sanetta, knowing the an English to a tea. They wouldn't dare admit what it meant. Their being ashamed of what they've done will make it no less shameful.
Version : The Turncoats are Coming
eggnog
December 9th, 2010, 11:45 AM
If you create a legal Satan
who is hated by all
he is the paradigm around which
America will fall.
~ The Mirth."Humanist," Wattenmaker sneered.
For many species of time now the Velvet Exterminator, Vaclav Havel, has leered that my looking at asianporno cheats his cartel of slave labors, and towards stopping this drain, he has made semi-successful attempts to chemically castrate and humiliate me. It should be noted, therefore, that he is not entitled to the labors he has extruded.
Nancy Reagan incited kiddie-rape to cover up her husband Ronald's authorship of the AIDS Onslaught. There is no higher issue than Jeannie's rape. Ronald Reagan is a mass murderer. Vaclav Havel is just a wormtongue thug. There's nothing I can do about Hitler's victory in America, but I am documenting the crime as best I can while I last and properly identifying who his allies were and what their ongoing tactics will be.
Since the wormtongue Havel cannot dispute his involvement in an overthrow of the United States in tandem with Reagan, he instead refracts his own guilt by plying the claim that the war game was justified. He is extremely careful to avoid the evidence of child torture and the meaning of the evidence in terms of the war game, in favor of leering on behalf of the aggressor, a good example being the way the child of the humanist had his penis surgically lanced so that today it sprays unevenly. He pees with forked prong.
He shoved clay up his prick! ~ Donald Gruber
AIDS was Reaganomics. Vaclav Havel's follow-up attack is to accuse the abandoned of abandonment. His craven attempt to project onto me is so sad. It amounts to pork barrel anthropology by a seamstress factory immolator, a man whose hands are so drenched in blood that he can think of nothing to do but strangling the children in reach. Vaclav Havel is only a rapist to the exclusion of all other titles but mass murderer. Nevertheless, he is also a victorious ally of Reagan and Obama in a GodLaw takeover in which the lie that Reagan didn't know is the klukker golden key to total overthrow, including, but not limited to, America's nuclear arsenal.
Havel has many games to play justifying pedophile blackmail and monstrosity. To cover up attack prostitution in line with the attempt to start a mandatory testing precedent he evokes hooker grievance campaigns, like those that Gail Burstyn and Leslie Katz' confederate Vicki Funari was put into place by the Mellon syndicate to promote. How can they be the aggressor when they too are victim?
The rapist Havel engineered a shotgun marriage for God's Law evoking the cowardly claim of a REM abridgement in my free love history, claiming jurisdiction for the aggressor By a gnat's cunthair ~ Ian Wattenmaker
Rape libels about Jimmy Crary were very handy in mass murder.
Inevitably when I call for civil defense against the man who launched AIDS, 911, the rape of my loved one, all indefensibly, unprovoked, the pigs and their queer gestapo begin gesticulating hysterically that I am an enemy of the peace who violated my assignment to do crimson peace-mongering so that the victims don't lash out at anyone but innocent people.
Ray Geiger once set up a wierd medieval crank machine that took up a whole room rotating a scroll of drawing paper and had Thos. Hale Gordon (notorious magna cum) tell him a story and he would crank it and illustrate it as it turned. Likewise George Bush and Peter Gabriel would raid my poetry and bomb innocent people, light up the Persian Gulf, oil nuke the Valdez, queerbasque the USS Iowa and so on when I would write a line like:
Iowa will become dust
the Trojan Horse will go lame
because you were only joking
when you leaned against my salad bar
like Plato's ideal of government.
I was working for Elizabeth Banwell at Bar Harbor Times at the time. She once told me a story that is analogous to the Japanese girl surrounded by little girls holding cantalope heads and dancing in the Suspicious Clips file; to embarass a one-nighter she came waving at him in the marketplace. Nancy Reagan is a child rape instigator utilizing a planned mechanism for reversal of blame. De De Mancine, who King Crimson either authored or exploited in a cheap shot kiddie sex ruse, knew all about the welfare department's rules and used to recite them to me in sing song. In other words, De De was an informed and aware child felon that was in place to blackmail little Jimmy who she seduced during post-traumatic shock from brutal attacks while under hypnosis by a Jewish military psychiatrist named Bernard Wattenmaker, so named for the Marion Doctor, St. Bernard, for contemplations of the virgin Mary.
When is sex legal and when isn't it legal? Let's draw the demarcation leered Reagan and his English and then set Jimmy's head spinning along the tightwire and use him to justify AIDS. The only people who do not think that the Beatles could possibly have participated in the murder of John Lennon are people who have not studied this case. The power to hide the whereabouts of both self and riches are one of the facts that distinguish the robber baron class they promote while turning the poor lose on the middle class.
There are many attributes to this illegal war game organized by people, some of whom have been identified. I cannot pick up a phone without an operator tipping me to the allegations of British propaganda with a number like 1285, 12, the age of De De when she seduced me, post-trauma, 85 the year that Robert Fripp lured me to the military cult of Jeannie-raping God law.
AIDS was Reaganonomics. Havelnomics is to accuse the abandoned of abandonment for menial exploitation by the HitlerReagan class. Desperate Faith-based scenarios erupt from a vicious storyline plotted to overthrow the United States civil representation. This way to the gas chamber, Crary, on Mt. Desert Island.You're lucky you're deaf ~ Barry Chad
Having commissioned child mutilation, torture, rape and mass murder, the Velvet Exterminator now returns to the scene of the crime, with Enas, San Melas, Halim Ina and Bala, to plot scenes of academic innerest for his disgusto raid on the morphic power of fable. A maggot with no honor, waving his weeping Jimmy letter to Leslie shouting: We have been threatened, it is official, we are the victims the Jeannie rapist foreign maggot with no honor introduces Fun Fun Fun Casino pussyball GodsLaw as a turncoat fast failsafe makeover from The Nature of Reality, Inc.
Tune to Arnold's Delusion Machine for upcoming alibi updates.
Version : Turning God into Led
eggnog
December 9th, 2010, 12:34 PM
Sean Lennon has done nothing to earn his place in American society from which he launches his attacks on those who have over many generations, never closing the door on newcomers who Lennon now wields hoping to slam the door on them. Black resentment is an easy thing to stoke for a rich and scummy foreign sadist especially against the good names of a family who has fought battles for Black people, alongside Black people, and there both won and died. Alpana was a scam, a game theory, put together by holocausters to prey on America’s lust for mob scene and the coward Fripp sat at his citizen’s band, all wired up with Patrick Buchanan, gurgling and gloating as he unleashed a scene more vile than the nun orgy in a Ken Russell film. Compunctionless and endlessly braying his snot. How long and down the tumblers of how many time capsules will we have to wait before learning that Yoko Ono had Gail Burstyn’s phone number in her purse when she married John Lennon? Queen Elizabeth the Rotten like all punks sees earth in the balance and figures no future, she has precious little to lose fulminating cowardly lies about a Louis.
The an English rabid was ordered to halt its deviant attacks and refused, this fact must and shall be noted.
I won’t offer my tears to federations of the HIV positive again. History does not unfold according to our druthers, but according to our courage in addressing what is real, all else either is lost or is fantasy. After the smoke had cleared and the quisling counted its gold, for good measure The British Labor, Rapist Tory slapped our face for Hitler and called itself a hero. For all its bray that we elected Reagan, thirty four percent of the vote was no mandate. There were those, like me, looking for responsible comment from London, only to be answered by Thatcher, and her teabags for Pinochet and Ringo Starr. Tony Levin has never been down, flat on his back, kicked and bleeding, undefended and terribly afraid, attacked by a mob, as I was, going deaf, scarcely a hundred pounds, alone and barely thirteen years old, yet this murderer, without a hearing, dared to presume he knew what transpired and emboldened the klan to attack again, this time howling of race from the other side with his lurid, klukking illusion. For nothing would the Hitler Rabid English stop.
When Reagan’s name is calmly and solemnly, quietly and reverently excised from our national history of service, Tony Levin’s will be torn to shreds and forgotten as the merest of vipers. Let those who still admire the Horst Wessel listen to Beat. Havel networked Miss Goto as the bribe of Godiva against the conscience of a battered poet, let those who admire his accomplice in soul murder leer. No scribe of the ancients foretells that character base will hold domain in the day of the buddha. Sometimes the only thing to fear is those who have no fear, for they are quick to scorn the fears of others, while lusting at their smell. The coward Fripp and Brian Eno can wow the mind of the addled, but there are few effective tyrants in history without a memorable quote to their credit, don’t make the mistake of thinking this renders them holy.
Accustomed to sycophancy from America’s front running politicians, the an English slime monkey drolls at the thought of a neurobedient kneeling at the throne of its cesspool crown, braying that love lives are heathen. Fresh from child rape, the an English begins castrating true gentlemen, lest they divulge rumor of Imperial backstabblery. An English is known. Perilous, oh perilous the marriage of skinhead and Black muslim forged with the sword of King Crimson by shrewd, shrewd wheedle Fripp, armed with escalation dominance, a needle of HIV injection poised at the neck of defsukke from queers for hire to Reagan’s attorney team.
“I’m Shocked! Shocked! To find my employer’s script in the dining room hanky drawers of deaf suck!” tutters the Senegalese wailing yammer Yousou Idi Amin N’dour Von Higherness.
Magic indeed is the Imperial Wizard of Artificial Tears Solution (ATS) from the Crocodile Rock Glee Club. The viper Sinfield drolled at the word games of Gregory Karl, now prowling in feigned fury for new helpless scapegoats repaying their betters, once loyal, with poison and rape. Them regular little Reagan hippies, why I bet they just ‘bout worn themselves out from all their cryin’ and cryin’.
Sean Lennon’s father-killing alliance is an evil and renegade takeover attempt. History will find this out, act now and speak forcefully against the day all inquiry is banished by corporate piracy and their secrets. There was only one solution yesterday and will be only one tomorrow: Christopher Hitchens and Peter Gabriel must hang, not only for 911 but for milking our credulity by deluding us about Reagan until it could no longer be made to pay. Humanism derives from the Renaissance and the age of reason but like HitlerReagan, the Taliban of Lowsome Dauphin Eno prefers its medievalry. Long time the police, too waxed titillated. Human beings are too quick to deify and nobody knows this better than the cynical rabid an English. The an English rabid cultivated a scapegoat because it needed a diversion to deter inquiry into decades of collusion by graft for spoils. HitlerReagan raided America and the Euro-Fascists threw open their Israeli vaults for payola and satellite arsenal secrets.
Warriorism will never vanish from the text of historic Asia, but I don’t recall inviting Dexter King to exploit me and Jeannie to his altar of sacrificialism in its name. I have resolved to cheat David Bowie of his final trifle. An English is known.
New York’s demand is a flipasswards treason from a lord of the flies in a nation that honors no crown, certainly not a crown of thorns on a prince of fools. Keep it, Your Honor, for your own birdbrain. The final call to America from Hitler came perversely on the apocalpytic horse of a Black Prince, and my answer is the barbed dildo I have reserved for King Crimson’s rectum. Deceived into attacking their own nation, the black levi’d spectre now gargoyles it could only have been right, not one yet realizes that Hitler outflanked them for his dupe by their grumbling. My father Ryland had a right, not only by law and culture, not only by heritage, but by the solemn dignity that should exist between hard-working men to expect loyalty concerning root principles from even his rivals, not this sinking into sacrilege by cold-blooded faceliars and their foreign songwriters. Police line up to hail the dreamocrats that brought skyscrapers down on their heads and STILL cannot summon doubt of the an English who they hold in such mysterian awe after years of clemencing their abuse of power. I say throw the lock and cock the Remington, it’s an English; was.
Not only were they libelous and insanely cruel to me but they poisoned our world forever with empowerment of HitlerReagan’s deceptions. Their infamous goal was to corral us by transfer of blame on behalf of exploiters in league with our enemies. How I labored to overcome wrongful opprobrium and what this says about the grip of these rabid English over our personal self-esteem is tragedy. This should never have happened. Rabid to its core, the HitlerEnglish attacks the charity of its deaf allies … in the vagina and then the eyes, helpless bystanders who never did them wrong, and this the Left Bank pussy comitatus of Seattle cheers with its manic venom.
Such is the nature of an English, and never ignor that fact when you hear its fine lisp or see its passport.
Version : Tokyo Rose
eggnog
December 9th, 2010, 02:34 PM
What the Biblical Delilah did really is significantly less abomination than the personal atrocity executed by Rosine Monteleone. Rosine Monteleone, on assignment for Elizabeth Taylor, came to the Community College of Allegheny County in a guerilla war attempt by foreign powers to cloak that Ronald Reagan had authored the AIDS Onslaught and that when I had whistleblown and led the newspaper community to the evidence that England, led by Ringo Starr had launched an eleventh hour backstab to cover for Reagan and withhold evidence when they couldn't destroy it, pursuant to finalizing what Reagan had done under a new name: Barack Obama, while filing down some sharp edges. People will die in the streets instead of concentration camps. They will be lied to, rather than shot and buried in mass graves.
Ringo Starr's claim to have been fighting the good fight in helping Reagan and Adolf Hitler in the AIDS Onslaught traces to his partnership in pedophile blackmail with a man often called Duzzledorf, or William Gutendorf. Their anthropological mass murder has a Venus of Willendorf, Deanna Mancine, fat woman whose name is enscripted by Reagan as the motive for killing Martin Luther King. They lied about me being gassed in Kings Estate by Holocaust Survivors and lied about how I was tortured in a bizarre King Crimson experiment, which led to a mandatory AIDS testing operation they called an illegal experimental scared straight program. Since The Democratic Party was accomplice, I cannot get help from Police and social workers. They have tortured me and raped my loved one Jeannie Tamburro because I tried.
To prosecute AIDS being manmade you would need to arrest Midori Goto who is the saleswoman and ringleader of the crime cartel responsible. Her motive is historic, and stems from Japan's defeat in war. He method is glamor and sex, as you would expect from a partner of Yoko Ono.
The City of Pittsburgh alledged that the reason for my being tortured and used as a sexual spectacle during terrible trauma from mutilation crimes on Mt. Desert Island, which was obviously a total war episode by Reagan in his attack on humanism in the name of fundamentalism, with Robert Fripp, who was securing my trust maliciously, as his ally, is that they claimed a letter to Leslie Katz shortly after our first year of college offended them.
The letter to Leslie Katz was a letter from an innocent person to a guilty person. Naturally, because I am an innocent person, the suffering she caused as a predator depradating on a neurological injury her partner Cyril Wecht had poisoned me with as a child with the help of Ian Wattenmaker, caused tears of humiliation and these tears of humiliation are exactly what religious predators from Christian cults and murderers like Robert Fripp look for when insinuating themselves into position to strike and exploit a prey.
Pittsburgh Labor, in concert with Al Gore and Adrian Belew, after spreading horror, scurrilous slanders about me to huge mobs of motorcade style slanderers, while Peter Gabriel was pretending to be my friend, set up a tripwire vice action of the sort known to be being designed by Reagan and later by Clinton hoping to incite a precedent case for mandatory AIDS testing, much in the way that black people sitting at a lunch counter was a tripwire or trigger demarcation line that led to challenges against segregation. Naturally, when faced with their tripwire vice action, and familiar with their terroristic depravity, I decided to trip the wire, by allowing Kathee DiPietro to seduce me, rather than to run and fail to document the child mutilation syndicate run by Pittsburgh Police since they tortured and gassed me as a traumatized, deaf gradeschool child, while allowing Ronald Reagan to put my name on his plan to exterminate a multitude of people.
A looter cartel was already in place. Both my mother and my stepfather covered up for the fact that I was tortured and set up for Hollywood exploitation because of sibling involvement. They did not speak out when Peter Gabriel and the Omoja Group of the Community College brutally set up the rape of Jeannie Tamburro, my deafness impaired friend, an option left open to them because my mother refused to protest what was happening.
Repeatedly the murderers, led by Robert Fripp, have communicated that I am suicidal for reporting torture and rape by Reagan and Ringo Starr. It is without a doubt true that reporting Adolf Hitler for crimes against humanity when he was denying them was lethal. It is also without a doubt that with great ease Barack Obama can summon a step and fetchit like Yousou N'dour to, in return for gold and popularity, create a wall of sound to drown out the screams of deaf people being tortured and raped while making up paranoid race lies that have currency, especially among the guilty.
Midori Goto had people flocking to my college years looking for girls I'd been romantically involved with hoping to enflame hate crimes towards me and deaf Jeannie. She was greeted with a great deal of success and my life was destroyed, along with quite a lot of hard work, my life's work, much evidence and I have been isolated in devestation for almost twenty years with no real hope of long term survival.
The reason I got involved with Rosine Monteleone is the same reason that many people unaware or only vaguely aware that they are being set upon as marked persons by hostile, warlike, unknown gangs of high finance pirates, funded by sexual predators like Hillary Clinton and her partner Larry Flynt of Hustler Magazine, is that denial is involved. These are operations you are told again and again are not really happening. Police will not investigate and are often behind them. Failure to comply with Rosine Monteleone may well have resulted in lethal assault.
The murderers will not even address openly, pretending there is nothing to it, the facts of brutal injury inflicted by torture in childhood. They claim instead that the injuries are self-inflicted. How can the injuries have been self-inflicted when there is a script written about them in advance by the aggressor?
Their answer is always the same: because they are in power and they were the guilty party therefore no crime has taken place. This is not a case of somnambulance when it comes to The Obamas.
Torture, rape, mass murder are legal in America. The AIDS Onslaught was conducted openly with the blessings of Police and Congress as all the evidence shows.
Version : powerlines
eggnog
December 10th, 2010, 03:03 PM
It is rare that history is written so much more authentically by the loser and I attribute the small interest in my writing to curiosity about that fact, which some probably regard as an endtimes journal, in the sense that my life (which is destroyed) demarcated a liberal era. Margaret Thatcher and to a lesser extent Jimmy Carter’s hope was that the nightmare discovery of the Burstyn scroll and the tragic invention of ultrahigh would contain a loophole stating that Reagan found and used, rather than authored and promoted, Hitler’s Revenge. Jewish lawyers we feel are called for, against the day Jimmy Crary sues City of Seattle for refusal to read and properly address the content of Eggnog Corner and the withering away of a poet.
If the murderers in the City of Pittsburgh want to molest a person into their psycho-parochial work of art, they should stick to using themselves.
A strange illicit agreement has taken root, either you say Reagan didn’t know or nobody did. I was exampled in a lust of devestation and humiliation to ward away anyone following in my tracks. Maybe this isn’t so strange, since Reagan was the author, and I have refused perjury. In light of the offensive facts in the case why would anybody deny it? For one, the large number of accomplices who knew created a series of teams operating in interception circles so there’s no way to seek help except from another accomplice, Obama being the shadiest example, and Al Gore being the most brutal. Cyril Wecht is a forensic expert in natural cause death by poison. Also, in the process of changing America through violent crime a number of people have come to accept how America changed.
A secret of Barack Obama is that he accepts Reagan's murder of JFK and torture of little Jimmy because for one we are white people, and for another because he feels that AIDS, to which he owes his Presidency in return for the fait accompli he has advanced, was timely, necessary and wise. People like Kennedy and Crary were rivals to his accomplice position, and so, naturally, he thanks very graciously the old school of Democrats who said nothing about the slaughter, except to say that I am worlds apart from JFK, when, in reality, they are like The King Family, prying the gold from the teeth of their namesakes while using non-violence for mayhem, rape and tears beyond tears. Obviously, it is ridiculous that I will be preached to by Jeannie-raping McDermott and his friends John Lewis and Harris Wofford.
Seattle cannot be trusted, most especially the Gay Community. I consider it extremely likely that the ingenuity behind Sean Strub originates here as does much of the punishment scene for resisting and the organization of fait accompli. Indeed, the topography of Seattle was used in the wording of the scroll. This is a place of sackcloth and looting. There is precious little dignity here. The Seattle Left sits still while Porchlight, the Housing Authority, sends me rental authorization initialled AR for Ayn Rand, the extremist manipulator of the superstate that produces violent airheads like Sarah Palin and superkillers like Schwarzenegger. All it took was John Lennon.
In The Film Project 2011 you will find my thesis that Reagan’s semiotic encryption was not only so sneaky that all of it was broadcast to the American and Japanese public fundamentally unnoted and probably undetected (desire to protect Japanese sensibility is probably misplaced in light of their loyalty to Yoko Ono). You will also find me willing to say that the actors and actresses themselves often were likely unaware of the sign language and charade symbols they were sending in tandem to the semiotics, so the proposition will advance, couldn’t Reagan, reputedly stupid, have been duped and used unknowingly? Unfortunately the answer is no, Reagan was prosecuting the same theme from too many different directions at once for that to explain Mt. Desert Island. Iran-Contra and the Federal push for bloodtesting, the hostage crisis mystery of 444, Detroit auto-inscriptions, and the construction of SEI at CMU during SDI all effectively derail the evasion, although you will find simpering Peter Gabriel promoting the sieg heil for Obama’s glory to the end of time.
Reagan appointed me hate item of choice to see the eruptions. Making a mass spectacle of a child sex victim was characteristic of Reagan’s loathsome nature and piling on of Clinton’s. So the question I will address is how has America fundamentally changed to allow this abomination of Hitler’s revenge to go unchallenged and largely unnoted? (Excepting as a war game advanced on behalf of the guilty).
Japan’s defeat left a treachzone of humiliation, devestation and lust that old guard klansman found to their liking. It was remote, promiscuous and martial in a weird, episoding extreme. As time moved on under the Red Scare a crowd united in the United States of Yid Viets, Vietnamese who would understand Yad Vasham, and Jews who promote secret war against Liberals, particularly the children, by hidden hand, poison, and deceit. The Yid Viets became overly acquainted and to a foul extent adjusted to the macabre atmosphere left in the wake of mass murder. The people of the killing fields and the people of the book from Auschwitz found each other in fringe neighborhoods of the United States, where loathsome black people are always for sale, and they took a look at Liberal doctrine, which is to say that this country is for everybody, and they said, “Great, we’ll take that at your word, hand it over and for good measure, smack in the head of little Jimmy for symbolic relief.”
Today’s America is a territorial claim, not a moral claim.
What Reagan did to The United States was similar to what Chairman Mao of China did to Confucian legacies, smashing Temples and burning scrolls, trying to eliminate what China truly stands for and contributed to humanity’s intellectual heritage. I was an All-American boy, but unlike Reagan I wasn’t a loper and a squint. That is why today they regard me as a commodity, rather than a person to be valued and restored, because of this change. They want an America to slice up for foreign powers and when the final agency built around Obama moves at last it will be for the abolition of America.
In pictures of Ry Crary’s boy Jim taken in the 60’s you see an adoring, All-American boy. He didn’t think he was better than anyone else. Far from it. He was quick to listen and eager to befriend. One of the ill-understood facts of the Eisenhower generation is that most mainstream Americans with their heads held high enough to be said to represent us politically had in common an idea of what it meant to be a man which was dignified. Eisenhower ended the Korean War and prevented retribution towards captured Germans in World War Two. Mistreatment of Black people was possible because it was kept out of view where it wouldn’t affect the equinimity of mainstream American manhood. The Birmingham riots brought the Civil Rights Movement into our living rooms leading Martin Luther King to call Bull Connor the movement’s best friend. Eisenhower and then Kennedy had to face up to the fact that their own dignity was being attacked when people were abused by racist wolves (a fact Blacks abusing the deaf have yet to confront honestly). Bull Connor probably would have been more popular if he had learned guitar before commissioning outrages; I don’t see child rape among his list of niggardliness, unlike Robert Fripp of King Crimson, who dwarfed him in miscarriage and rippery; unless it turns out that Bull Connor, like Aaron Dixon, consulted the Pitmans.
Clearly, therefore, by the standard of Eisenhower, Ringo Starr is not a man and is indeed almost anything but a man, yet he enjoys power and prominence. How can this have happened?
eggnog
December 10th, 2010, 03:09 PM
I believe we are entering a new era where the age old fascism of nazi pigs (never exclusively male) has re-emerged, emboldened by their triumph in the AIDS Onslaught and they will now try to justify a violent era: the calling card of which was Midori Goto’s thrill kill upon citizen James Crary. It is an era of internationalist agencies like the Obama Administration allowing unidentified foreign corporations and governments to carve up America and the Black racism in the defamation of Jimmy Crary was a significant code of symbolic objective for Yoko Ono, Michelle Obama and their shades, like Iman Bowie, can enjoy the pleasures and blessings of leisure knifings in their honor, blow-off-steam, cathartic murders like Shannon Harps, while enjoying elevated European approval ratings for destroying what little is left of American sanity and dignity.
Looking back on the AIDS disgrace and Reagan’s rape of the American Dream, quickly we identify the wormtongue Yousou N’dour who predicated the yammer about Alpana before it was arranged and executed set to the bellows of Colin Powell’s bloated, inelegant tongue, as early promotion of a fake and phony adultery set up as a signal for foreign invasion and civil war on the slaves that English rabid hold to be the American public, while the Republicans stripped Our Commonwealth and our schools and sold us down the drain to the fantasy cruelty civics of Ayn Rand her pseudos. All of it Peter Gabriel’s inside knowledge of the AIDS war and early promotion of Obama in the Japanese diversionary race war of Two Virgins Pussyball. The fang of N’dour’s penis subverted the subdominant paradigm of the public’s right to know and to timely warning. This is as basic as the abandonment of Czechoslovakia at Munich and N’dour’s name is a black as Auschwitz.
Blownorg, the Crowragkukubownor, of course wants love. We all do. Love was in the cards for Japan after the rape of Nanking and Sean Lennon after the rape of deaf Jeannie. It’s part of the wheel. Gay murderers in the looting and legacy of accomplice, lurking forever on the watch and rampage in Hitler’s revenge cling desperately to their legendary monopoly and landstake on victim status, petulantly declaring that Allah forgives Sean Strub’s noble stand with Mark Chapman. This is known as the Queer looter’s exemption from prosecution in immolation of the All-American White Boy. Why should black nazis care? They live to leer when sexual violence (from Obama’s throne in the untouchable ruling class) proves an unanswerable suasion, and the claw of Midori’s gross heart beckons.
I believe the moment that epitomized the Civil Rights Movement was when students at Kent State put flowers in the rifle hollows that were soon to shoot them dead. I believe the rape of deaf Jeannie epitomizes the character of the Beatles and Obama, what is left of the Movement entire, after their horror bargain with Reagan. John Lennon, who should have been impeached while still alive, was martyr’d by the AIDS Combine for utility to Hitler’s Taliban. The two-tongued blasphemy of our dignity some still call Mr. President, someone void of dignity, someone Obama. The destruction of the United States in name and character, by Obama’s alliance is art for art’s sake, like the crushing to powder of a time-pockmarked skull.
Possibly, this sentiment should be the opening clause of this thread, but I didn’t want to give top billing to Fagmo Zukerbolicus, for fear it would be pandering to the unmentionable egos and names of the like of Moonunit Zappa and Mark David Chapman, but Seattle Queerdom has left behind a legacy of shame; a culture of lurkers and quislings in atrocity that they think is a shining civic exemplar of the far out right wing and its claims to status hallow. Lacking in wisdom and insight, they make up in looting and venom. All of their misdeeds were predicated on the assumption of the right to advance presumption of guilt and the outcome has been predictably callow, self-defeating and dishonorable. No matter what they think they have on you, never do lip-service to scum.
One thing I want to make clear: I did not invite this on myself. I want Midori Goto to get the fuck away from me. She deliberately got raped the only friend I ever had and for no other reason. Her partnership with Muhammed Ali is a destructive, unprovoked aggression against the civil legacy of my father Ry Crary and a multi-faceted hate crime. Maybe someday there will be consequences to Yousou N’dour for the weird and nazi plastic of his lies and how he spread them, but there is no hope for me that I will ever heal from the deranged and criminal consequences of Peter Gabriel’s malicious and indecent license.
You won’t be finding me in my usual haunts right now because I am sick. Something happened again. My body groans like it won’t absorb properly. I poo and poo. The air that comes out is like squeezing a beach ball, unending streams of gas. I’m supposed to see one of those goblins from Harborview at Pioneer Clinic, but I’ve forgotten their name. Oh, well, No study hall, no poetry. Nowhere.
Version : Tricky Sean
eggnog
December 11th, 2010, 11:03 AM
Quick everybody, emergency, Jimmee Curaree is getting attention by histrionics at Pitt News, hurry everybody, Ronnie Gee Whiz is under attack, top secret McOliver Mission.
King Crimson Pussyball Draft: All Men and Women Required, no disability exemptions, don't even apply for one, les'n you wanna end up like deaf Jeannie.
Ronald Reagan was a nazi sympathizer who wanted Hitler’s Revenge to be the greatest story ever told.
One of his lustrous battle scenes had Carnegie Mellon loyalists plastering the school with photos of Mac Crary’s darling little abortion, a genuinely sweet human being, destroyed in the womb, as Crary was being driven into seizures in a brutal attack upon a neuroplasm by Muhammed Ali and Peter Gabriel, organized through mobscene by Paul McCartney and Billy Graham as punishment for showing the military manuveurs surrounding AIDS were premeditated; Reagan had found henchmen in England, with the help of glowering Robert Fripp, like David Cameron, to deny that he had tortured Crary as a child, mutilated him, and having secured the preponderance of womanly approval through pussyLew Lapham of Harpers, his loyalists set upon deaf Jeannie, raped her and then belched hellfire down on New York City through airplane crashes on 9/11/2001.
To add insult to injury, Rick Santorum and Tom Ridge, whose fascist weasels at the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette had publicly interrogated my religion for Amanda Harcourt and Michael Reagan in 1985-86, while James W. Child of Bowling Green trained me in nuclear war for fun and frollick, then accused me! Me! Of inciting retaliation by mis-reporting that Reagan started AIDS when I had promised not to! What more was a man to do than give Reagan a defense team stacked to the ceiling with child rapists reputed to be America’s finest?
Santorum had far, far more to do with inciting 911 through his protozoaic leeching of child trauma for deranged religious extremists than my investigation into the horrid crimes of Barack Obama and Midori Goto who licentiously organized race pussyball for the installation of a gladiator cabinet of superstate tokens for the sale of an Ark of survival as a function of mass murder. Yokonegger’s war.
Peter Gabriel is a partner and attorney for Sean Strub and Gail Burstyn. John Lennon’s murder was King Crimson discipline. Never did the world owe so little to so few.
Leslie Katz has always been the calling card for Hitler’s wild ride through the cosmos of American absurdity. Groomed at the same Hebrew School as Gail Burstyn, and enjoying her fellowships. Meanwhile a wheedle named Fripp crawled around, sure in his vainglorious penis that a simpering, deaf victim of torture must have wronged her Roman sensibilities, and it was only right and proper that deaf Jeannie should be raped to rectify the piracy of Ringo Starr. Reagan didn’t know. Crary should feel more responsible, he was right there the day Reagan was shot at by Hinckley, what sort of traitor would deny that? How in the world could anyone believe that evidence figures into it?
Nunny, nunny, nunny, just like a Roman Catholic bunny, Rick Santorum was going to prove, you do not believe humanist? Rick Santorum was going to prove that abortion was murder, and did so using one of your own, and for good measure, how’s about a little fire, scarecrow? Straight from Taliban Fruit, Inc. for extra special catharsis, necessary to sell Eno’s vision to Africans in Paris. Zoom came the airplanes. Reagan didn’t know, understand, dogeyes?
Kowtow in neurobedience to President Mailman Ringo Starr or Kevin Costner will eat you up; he’s ultra-right wing, he thinks he is. Ja, ja, ultraright wing! Schwarzenary opposing pair.
International Security Alert!
FBI Code Orange
The Pussy is escaping McOliver Crymsin
Nobody cheats Peter Gabriel of duh pussy, nobody. Kowtow. MichaelMichael wants duh pussy. That's what it's all about, the nature of reality. Queen Elizabeth Rotten wants her pimpery No. 10 to bring home the coonskin with Revolution No. 911. It's the best time Peter Gabriel has ever had. He laughing his fucking ass off. Cudda saved John Lennon, that means Ringo GITS to rape deaf Jeannie. Now he better git a piece of the expanding Midori Goto pie. MYAWK!
King Crimson is fully endorsed by Allah. Now, if you don't give Allah what he really wants he's going to Zuke your pooper for Larry Jesus, ja! Now aren't you sorry you Spoke Truth to Havel? When Martin Luther Pittsburgh said, NO! Yousou N'dour laughed himself sick. America has been Africanized at last, at last, America has been Africanized at last.
Didnuh really torture Jimmuh Quweerball. Kowtow
bomba building
with Hitler
Rape a child
for Amnesty
It's the Pitter Goibriel
fanfare
HECK if you
don't fit in.
Better X-terminate the Asian beach bunnies afore they get human trafficked, les'n you wanna President Larry Flynt to Humanize n'your school with Queerball (that's even better'n Pussyball). ED
Midori Goto's going to attack you so badly. Ringo's gonna git her juicy pussy or you don't know what's good for you. Hillary Clinton has weapons. Heck! She got anthrax and lep-rosy. Weeping Willards!
Molly Bigelow lay in wait. Molly Bigelow says back off, Queerbutt ifn't you know what's what. If you wash she's gonna be offended and she's from Oil City, too.
Humanizing the School. Hahahahaha. Queerball is Humanizing the School. Hahahahahaha. Vote Obama and WIN!
Pussyball Now!
Pussyball Forever!
eggnog
December 11th, 2010, 11:05 AM
Q. So Midori Goto ran an installation matrix by depicting herself as the target of an illicit pussyball maelstrom that she and Obama themselves had designered in order to holler, "We are the victims!"
A. Yes, the same game Reagan played when taking me to D.C. for the day he shot Brady.
eggnog
December 11th, 2010, 11:06 AM
Q. That's a very sad story.
A. The Beatles betrayal of the AIDS Generation is the ugliest story ever told.
eggnog
December 11th, 2010, 11:08 AM
rakugo: Defsukke! There is no way out for you! The afflicted prefer the sacred snake oil to the truth! Kowtow! Grunt, grunt, grunt. Kowtow!
eggnog
December 11th, 2010, 11:09 AM
Martin Sheen says whoosh, Martin Sheen says if'n n'yer gonna protest military Federal Pussyball in Reagan's America then n'you better git used to lead'n a lonely life, queerbait.
eggnog
December 11th, 2010, 12:08 PM
Q. You realize that Reagan will get away with this anyway and you have gotten yourself in a lot of trouble.
A. First of all, motherfucker, he put my name on what they did. Yes, he will get away with it, but the evidence demonstrates the correctness of my position. Just as he created Oswald, he was very, very sly and claimed he also had been shot, but if you look into his history with fat Tive, you will find a steady stream of absolutely bald-faced lying.
The whole crime is a vast, ghastly lie told a thousand ways and sideways.
Ever hear of Zero-G? Ronald Reagan's antics are a zero truth zone.
Version : Dave Neihaus Day at Safeco
eggnog
December 11th, 2010, 04:42 PM
Q. Aren't you a little too antiestablishment to be mourning Dave Neihaus?
A. Dave was a hot cookie, living a high profile, peacemongering example, holding things together for a lot of profound and interesting people. Naturally my take on all of it shall be different from your own. Why and how does that mean it should exclude me?
Q. You weren't even part of Seattle under ten years ago when you crash landed and by then you were too deaf to appreciate him.
A. I picked up on some stories watching my closed caption, but that's not the point, his presence was an important part of the power of the team and he held it together along the way, particularly during hardship periods. He was on his toes, have to be with men like Jay Buhner picking on his shoes and his drawers. What is more I have personal anecdotes about Dave Neihaus, like when Yuko, the Team Manager, gave me his Christmas Card from Cooperstown. I've kept it, it's charming and was part of my recovery program in Seattle.
Q. But The Mariners franchise have never admitted that you are anything but a victim of yourself.
A. I thought we were going to talk about Dave Neihaus, if you are going to insist putting me in a defensive position for attending baseball, I prefer to go into the history a bit better than an off the cuff angle concerning the dispute with or about Reagan and little Midori.
Baseball for me was like it was for all of you who love baseball. I went out, sometimes struggling through a long, bleak day, and admired the skill, excitement and look of the sport. I was quite young when I got started going to see the team, Pittsburgh Pirates, who, I guess Seattle have only played interleague once or twice, there and here. So you wouldn't necessary know right off, how it was under Danny Murtaugh, with Matty Alou, Steve Blass and the others, lots of cool names and people, forming opinions, shouting, "No Way!" making trades of baseball cards and being fans to, in my case, Bill Mazeroski and then Roberto Clemente, and then it was gone, because Roberto disappeared, the team changed uniforms and moved into a stadium too far away and ugly to enjoy, just a drunk trumble of a place.
So I hated sports. I lost baseball, bye bye sports.
I picked up on the Mariners and when Ichiro came here, so did I, so there was naturally, given how exciting, I mean dream fulfilling exciting 2001 was, before the big explosion with the falsehoods of Oliver Stone and Brian Eno, 911 and the we're gonna give n'you AIDS stuff that Sean Strub managed to make an African consciousness movement, before that, and putting it aside, there was this cool stadium, this old guy from a long time ago, Edgar Martinez, and his teammates, great people like Bret Boone, the scene in the outfield with Ichiro and Mike Cameron and whenever anybody started talking about Dave Neihaus it was always with a sparkle in their eyes and absolute confidence, total confidence, everybody felt the same way, so you feel that way, too, you think that's the dude who everybody listens to like me and daddy used to listen to Bob Prince on KDKA radio about the Buccos (Pirates). So I got project into their enthusiasm and form my own bond.
Tears came to my eyes through the whole thing. It was professional, it was family-like, tender and lovely.
Q. But when I see a big American flag, and the military band, I think: Reagan.
A. I don't. I have to, it makes me because I have to, and I think: deceived, but The Mariners as a team are a local organization. When I see Ron Fairly, Chuck Armstrong and Rick Rizzi I do not spontaneously associate them with Reagan. I see them as people who pull this area through those problems in American society the way Mayor Yesler pulled through the area during the Indian Wars, without alienating the Indians. They are their own men and their own team.
Q. But there is a conflict with you and media, the FBI, do you admit it?
A. Yes, of course there is, if the truth were told I'd have to break it to everyone without breaking their hearts about themselves and the future. That's tough, because they've been sinister to me. When Midori Goto and Nancy Reagan set up the pussyball ordeal it wasn't even a game of Forgive and I will Love you, hardly and much to the contrary, it was an exercise in abuse to liberate and party loud with the men who deliberately tortured and deafened me. How do you answer that?
They think I'll play nice or they'll put a rock through my face? They already have. Then there's this Death Take A Holiday shit about the fiasco, lucky you have Roberto Clemente to lean on or you'd fry, Queerball. Under whose Bill of Rights? Seems like my having to scrape for my life in order to report terrible offenses against reason supports me in my position that something is wrong.
Obviously, going in front of a lot of people while trying to defend myself from charges about juvenile deliquency that are not accurate and fair, not by a long shot, without backing off from certain plausible beliefs I've developed about social progress, that play into the hands of the extremists, isn't easy. Baseball players live on the field and at home. I believe in them. I believe that Jamie Moyer genuinely cares. I sobbed and believed them when they said, "If you want to give tribute to Dave, please give to the American Heart Association."
However, I also know that the Two Virgins crime was gerrymandered so that Midori Goto could further abuse and victimize me after I had already been piteously tortured. An honest doctor could tell you there are scars on my facial nerve and eyes from beatings. Their dishonest tomscrewery stated that because I reamed Kathee DiPietro on spy cam at their invite that therefore I was not challenging the AIDS test entrapment. It's not even logical on their part.
Yet they used this to destroy my life. They destroyed any hope of time together with someone who might love me in return. An abuse. A horror story. The whole thing was set up by a vicious group of ethnic pussyball mongerers working a Confederate angle for the Clintons. Seems purrrrrfect. India dame gets laid by deaf suck, deaf suck tied down while his ideal administers to his enemies.
I say warped.
If the sickos in Major League Parochialism have a problem with abortion they should take it up with the National Organization of Women, not abuse deaf people and children with their maniac tapestrys. Peter Gabriel, obviously criminally insane, makes it sound like he picked up on a thread about putting Crary on a curve towards HIV to intervene the right to love and a family.
Can't you see how sick they are...deep, deep, deep in the mind, those crooked, rotten English?
Now, most people have an image of Ron Reagan different from the facts and Lou Cannon must know by now that I am challenging that image, his Federal biographer.
Luke, Anon, I mean Lou Cannon, the choice of names is able enough. As a child raised in Steel Valley I happen to know that the cannon is a symbol of steel's rise and the Civil War. Louis Cannon.
So that's a pretty sick world, I admit that, not the thread I want to end with the words: Fuck you, but I'm sure Dave Neihaus heard such words at one time or another, whether directed in fear or hatred.
You created a hate object in me, but that doesn't mean I have to sit here and hate just because it vindicates you.
I think baseball a fair game, played well, very beautiful.
Everybody loved Dave. I'm alive, I'm a person, he was part of what I think is groovy.
eggnog
December 11th, 2010, 04:50 PM
Dave was a hot cookie, living a high profile, peacemongering example, holding things together for a lot of profound and interesting people. I wasn't even part of Seattle under ten years ago when I crash landed and by then I was too deaf to appreciate him. I picked up on some stories watching my closed caption, but that's not the point, his presence was an important part of the power of the team and he held it together along the way, particularly during hardship periods. He was on his toes, have to be with men like Jay Buhner picking on his shoes and his drawers. What is more I have personal anecdotes about Dave Neihaus, like when Yuko, the Team Manager, gave me his Christmas Card from Cooperstown. I've kept it, it's charming and was part of my recovery program in Seattle.
Baseball for me was like it was for all of you who love baseball. I went out, sometimes struggling through a long, bleak day, and admired the skill, excitement and look of the sport. I was quite young when I got started going to see the team, Pittsburgh Pirates, who, I guess Seattle have only played interleague once or twice, there and here. So you wouldn't necessary know right off, how it was under Danny Murtaugh, with Matty Alou, Steve Blass and the others, lots of cool names and people, forming opinions, shouting, "No Way!" making trades of baseball cards and being fans to, in my case, Bill Mazeroski and then Roberto Clemente, and then it was gone, because Roberto disappeared, the team changed uniforms and moved into a stadium too far away and ugly to enjoy, just a drunk trumble of a place.
So I hated sports. I lost baseball, bye bye sports.
I picked up on the Mariners and when Ichiro came here, so did I, so there was naturally, given how exciting, I mean dream fulfilling exciting 2001 was, there was this cool stadium, this old guy from a long time ago, Edgar Martinez, and his teammates, great people like Bret Boone, the scene in the outfield with Ichiro and Mike Cameron and whenever anybody started talking about Dave Neihaus it was always with a sparkle in their eyes and absolute confidence, total confidence, everybody felt the same way, so you feel that way, too, you think that's the dude who everybody listens to, like me and daddy used to listen to Bob Prince on KDKA radio about the Buccos (Pirates). So I could project into their enthusiasm and form my own bond.
Tears came to my eyes through the whole thing. It was professional, it was family-like, tender and lovely
Version : No Longer Fooled
eggnog
December 12th, 2010, 12:29 PM
The kiss of rain
blurred
my lonely lips.
Civics idea item: Public Toilets assessible by Recovery Unit cards. Enroll in recovery, prove it, have access to toilets.
No matter what the military community may say, it is against the law for a foreign child rapist to illegally kidnap in what it claims is a secret war draft, the multiply disabled, and anyone in the military community who feels that there are extenuating circumstances permitting the violation of that trust which is already too ridiculous to be rendered law is criminally insane and unworthy of notice or further inspection.
It never fails to amuse The Reagans how they secured impugnity in the AIDS Onslaught. Their agent, Leslie Katz, plying a nuclear and virginity soap opera with the help of Jews in the Federal cabinet of Arlen Specter, particularly the Ribacks, rubbed her cunt in Jimmy’s face and got him to snap out at her to the effect that her attitude made it sound like she was promoting date rape. Reagan’s other agent, Midori Goto, then slithered into the mess saying that her life was being threatened by the Gore Labor Mafia if anyone trespassed over the demarcation protectioning Leslie Katz. Naturally, and unsurprisingly, the loudest jeers of confederacy came from black monsters imported from Africa by murderers in the firth of filth known as Britain.
The reason this case has been politicized into a Taliban rather than prosecuted by law is, for one: any child hostage psychologist would demolish the claim I had endorsed my own assassins. Normal people realize that when an armed and deadly mafia labor gang descends on a 100 pound gradeschool child, out of nowhere, blindside, in slaughtering blows, there is nowhere to run. That Daniels Inouye and Ortega chose to sat around nibbling about a carrot tape with Paul McCartney is just their own status as insiders to Bush's political landscaping. Nor would normal people need to go to the extreme of so-called "feminaziism" to explain the traumatic sense of insecurity that would linger in such a child's personality, because normal people are not ideologues and they are not criminally insane.
Second, by putting the onus of presentation as public sale, rather than legal evidence, on a victim of torture who was being tampered with they could induce emotional calamity and finish up with, "Ah, look at the poor paranoid who thinks Reagan started AIDS." It's a Catholic jeering section strategy. Last, because they could use Bush voodoo, "Would you trust a nuclear arsenal with that man who couldn't control himself with your daughter?" Even though, as it turns out, I have no intention of being insinuated into your nuclear arsenals, except as an advocate for their dismantle and there was no problem controlling myself with your excitable daughters.
Reagan has said, "If you tell on me, I will kill you with HIV." Accordingly, I am preparing to die a very bitter death at the hands of Hitler's attaches.
As for the Rapid Eye Movement set-up, Peter Gabriel apparently knew that Mary Anne Steiner and Sharon Samuels were scheduled to seduce me … before … they did so. In other words, the whole evil mind fuck that they blistered into Jimmy’s traumatized and impressionable child mind was conceived, plotted and executed by the murdering filth that Jimmy had been indoctrinated to turn to for help. Small wonder that Amanda Harcourt found it “terrific” when she wrote in 1985 with the words, “The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.” Wouldn’t you think it was terrific if you had plotted extermination in an Imperial landgrab and the world believed that your victims were the evil cause of the nightmare? Terrific, she gloated.
The Hitler loyal English wasted me using neuroplastic as a child to control this macabre Jewish nuclear soap opera into a farce of “How Dare You Threaten The AIDS Combine” (shocking!). Their soul murder is a relentless, winking child rape purveyed by murderers from Hollywood who stole my name and inserted this obscenity, an obscenity from the evil mind of Reagan. Paul McCartney raped a deaf child while braying it was to avenge the AIDS victims, only on behalf of the AIDS Combine.
That’s what we call a real twist of Cynthia Lennon, wow! Hey, raping deaf Jeannie, Reagan didn’t know, blow up the World Trade Centers and apologize to the aggressors. Wow! Total War AS A JOKE! Isn’t Peter Gabriel a genius?
It’s a shame if you cannot yet think through the lies of Peter Gabriel or continue to believe that I will amend to the egologic of New York City. The AIDS Combine coopted the victim grievance and then deceitfully threatened nuclear war in order to then bray it was diverted through the execution of its further, stringent, foreign, petty objectives. They presumed me attache to the onslaught simply by hustling my name into their script. King Crimson are an item of violence and crime. I do not appreciate being deafened by them when I was young and vulnerable, held in bondage or brutally despoiled by them in a state of raw infirmity. I retract not one allegation I have levelled at these child raping filth and I repeat them with spit, hatred and venom.
They brutally tortured me and raped a retarded girl. Midori Goto and Barack Obama set up the Alpana seduction Scam as a service to Ronald Reagan so they could split their sides laughing how they got away with pedophile trafficking of a white child monstrously mutilated in the civil rights era chaos they have the affrontery to say they represent. Not even Angela Davis went through such hell, and I will not be talked down to by such a one. Their lies are cowardly, the violence blindside, monstrous and totally unprovoked, yet for nothing will they stop it and for nothing ever will I amend to them.
The rabid English has been sinking tons of money into his terrorism exploitation campaign. It is about time Midori Goto realized that I am accusing her of a crime that I have no intention of allowing her to get away with and that there will never be peace between us. She is a loper, a child rapist and a communist in league with satan. She deserves to be burned for her brutality and insanity towards me. I cannot wait to see the face of Robert Fripp on the rope on the day I kick the chair, with relish and spit. I will never surrender to their traffic in the transfer of guilt and blame. There will be a gallows instead.
Barack Obama will take my name off his fait accompli and leave me alone if he knows what is good for him.
eggnog
December 12th, 2010, 12:30 PM
I have another thing to say to the knowitalls from the United States Military. We are not all the same. I am not courting your approval and I do not believe in shibboleths. I was a child. I was Jimmy Crary, I was not born to serve in an illegal draft the outcome of which has been this horrible Frankenstein case. One thing is for sure, if merciless Taliban ruled that I have some wonderful, wonderful failing that rendered me unfit for Goto’s gore as shneeshwife I am determined to retain it that I should never be vomiting from her presence again. I see in a woman a partner in soul, not merely a signatory towards weird, mass-murdering Clinton law, made up on a dime with a Confederate brainbeam. I see a person who supports me ... when ... I am right, not a vampire who violates me left and right. I don’t believe in you, and I don’t believe in your shibboleths. You tortured somebody to hell, you raped them to hell, leave bloody horror bad enough for fuck alone.
I am well aware that under ultrahigh I will never be permitted the peace of a loved one. Sean Strub and Brian Eno got their wish, but I will never, repeat never, Apologize the murderers of my father, another abominable twist of Cynthia Lennon and Steven King. If it is necessary, this will end in violence, because I am not one to forswear violence against mass murderers, particularly not ones who used my name. Since you cannot understand that, you upgrade the risk. I would rather be dead than see my name in association with any form of foreign Hitler Rabid filth, whether an English, New Yorker or a Japanese. Never means never, raping scum. I’ll say it again to any un-American pig who thinks it makes their day, believe me, I hate you for raping me until I could no longer stomach the name of Martin Pewter King. You brutally tortured me. I see the King Family as brain-eaters as filthy as Idi Amin.
The biggest cowards and liars of all were The King Family in whose name I was mutilated. How eager they were to jump on the bandwagon of sex slurs, lighting torches promoting the view that Gays should live in self-hate that the American black child has finally escaped and then monstrously and pitilessly turning loose their rage on people as hapless as me and deaf Jeannie and for nothing will they stop it.
eggnog
December 12th, 2010, 12:38 PM
No, I will not kowtow to the seething Nazi garbage that they cultify as King Crimson. How odious, how morbid, to turn pedophile gangsters loose on someone as hapless as Jeannie or little Jimmy and then call it a game, all in protect of a monster like Reagan who became unhinged, mysteriously, over freelance college journalism.
It came from Hollywood and it stole my name and he was the one laughing up his tricksleeve.
That such a rabid animal as Barack Obama can be called a man much less Mr. President, leaves me speechless with pain and shock and fury.
You should have realized there was a time to humanize a scapegoat. You failed me.
The situation with respect to me was hopeless the day I told someone that I had been tortured and instead of helping me they vow’d to deny it and molest me further. They came pretending that they were friends. Then one sow’d her sadism calling herself my fiance, for a bondage kill. They ran a super-fitness campaign after purposefully inducing neurotrauma for a spectacle. SINCE THEY SCORN OUR LAWS THEY DECIDED THAT JUDGEMENT WOULD BE DECIDED POLITICALLY. They insisted on lying and brutalizing me until they had no humanity left even to humiliate over their abomination, just to assassinate a mockingbird. They waged TOTAL WAR on a thoroughly bewildered child and when I sought help they struck again.
Why didn’t anyone ever ask about the evil ingenuity of Leslie Katz and Midori Goto in how they went about securing a letter so useful to what Reagan was doing in the AIDS Onslaught? Midori Goto and her klan set upon me on the day I was born in a sad, sad and vicious death trip. They lucked out on a letter that didn’t say a thing bad, but Clinton had no problem lying through the teeth. It documented what they had poisonously whispered in my ears and I had rejected. How long will they lie about this vicious story and its purpose? To justify the AIDS Onslaught. If Clinton is going to use a letter of mine to carry out an extermination campaign, then I demand a copy of it to read to the people of the United States who he has lied to. I am not afraid of the letter. I am terrified of the way that they have manipulated and lied about it. Midori Goto and Yoko Ono came to America for revenge. I want them backed off along with Manson Ringo.
I will never be anything because of what they have done, but I will not stand here while they make of my ruin whatever they see fit. And you disgusting, rabid animals demand that I apology to the guilty in this abomination? You are tiresome louts. Go have the Nanking massacred comfort women Apology to Ichiro Suzuki and congratulate him on his National Triumph in revenge war for HitlerReagan.
If I cannot defeat Peter Gabriel, then Steven Arnold Thompson will someday, I believe that deep in my blood and if we both fail it will still be in attempts to keep the faith of Our Commonwealth against the foreign and criminally insane. That I vow deeply, that I will never surrender to the monstrous, Jeannie-raping cowardly foreign filth of Bath, England, never and thousand days, never. I cannot speak for Steven in anything but faith. He, too has been silent, an outrage I feel gravely. The rabid English will pay, it will be sorry, it will not have its way and it will not win.
What I am trying to do in this thread to a small degree is prove a frame of reference for someone put off by lies, Israeli nuclear threats with hidden hands from within, and by the prattle of murderous, but wasted Queerbasque, tyrants of words, allies of Strub, assassin of Lennon, and to address people who might want to know a little from first hand experience how Midori Goto pulled off terroristic hate crime so brazen, filthy and blood-drenched that the mind is shattered and my life destroyed, despite an overwhelming preponderance of evidence that she, Leslie Katz and Matt Marcus were hysteria mongering as a ludicrous jest, a horsing around, a nightmare and odious false witness production, a whisper campaign for the joculars of fraternity row, all so self-serving to the Jeannie-raping Hitler rabid English assassin, lying like no one can lie but his partner in hate crime and trust in mass murder Ronald Wilson Reagan.
Foreign rapist murdering filth Robert Fripp of King Crimson.
Using neurotraumatic arts of military sadism Midori Goto and her faction tortured a pre-existing torture trauma in a prior mutilation guinea pig experiment, gang-raped a’plenty. She threaded invasive scrutiny the wrong way up, around and into the neuroplastic injury and then pulled a holocaustal ripchord through it to induce tragedy, convulsions, an abomination of suffering in an atmosphere of the most horrible taunting, bombing us on 911 and gloating, raping deaf Jeannie and cheering, all in a delusion mongering act of military society with Sean Strub and Timothy McVeigh. She tortured an already existing torture victim in a horribly impacted neuroplasm in what has become since then an unending and twisted ordeal of hate crime stacked upon hate crime unending, always ending in the despicable viciousness of their facelying and taunts. The murdering soul rapist Paul McCartney lives in a vile world of winking child rape towards the final bribe of perjury or assassination. Paul McCartney is a child rapist. He did it for the AIDS Combine while braying that he was avenging them, another Tokyo twist of Cynthia Lennon.
Raping filthy English pig.
As ringmaster of this odious, vicious, violent, unprovoked hate crime, Midori Goto wedged herself into position to demand Apology to the assassin group while attacking, defaming and terrorizing anyone who tried to help, comfort or protect me, empowered by criminally deranged assassins, wielding such weapons as anthrax and HIV shamelessly, stranglers of children.
Obviously, given the nature of the celebrity superstate, had Edgar Martinez’s children washed up traumatized, deafened, pedophiled with a spike in their face and note blaming them for Hiroshima, the newspapers would not have crowed upon crow that the piteous child had soiled their linen in terrible, mind-shattering fright. Someone would have cared that they were crying on the top shelf of their towel closet. Not so the Jeannie-raping Hitler rabid kiddie-raping Hitler English filth of Ronald Reagan and their Japanese super-sadists.
The only reason these murderers got away with this is because they used the name of John Lennon, which they disgraced, to attack the public schools that they revile and about which he knew less than nothing, but which my father heroically dedicated his life to improving and restoring from the dark age of segregation and for nothing would these murderers of our family name give us one moment of relief. Tired of saying no, but I will say it again and I will it until I die. FUCK YOU YOKO ONO CHILD RAPIST.
I am a victim of sadism from Alpha Centauri and never want to see Midori Goto again. I am opposed. Understand? Opposed to cooperating with child rapists. I demand Protection From Abuse. She is a murderer and she had brutally, brutally tortured and ritually molested me. There was never any pretense in what she did except base and abnormal sadism beyond all horror. In hate crimes unending she has induced monstrous tragedy. In the beginning, she even dared to induce hope and manipulate trust. No enemy should ever be that loathsome, not even in times of war, much less against a country that she is invading unprovoked in terroristic hate crime from beyond all horror. They brutalized me in ways too piteous ever to even explore. I assure you, they are criminally insane. Midori Goto is an obsenity from beyond all horror which has for me lasted forty abnormal, insane, pleading, crying, horrific, devestated years. Please leave me alone. Horrific, putrid, ritual brutality deranged from beyond all tears. For nothing will they stop. A horror, horror rabid hate criminal, through and through. I will never anything but hate her. Ever. If we are stuck with such abominable, horrible Japanese insanesses at least be honest about what they really are. Forgiving such a one would be CRIMINALLY INSANE. I never did anything wrong.
I am not going to sell Nancy Reagan’s death fable. That’s final. What a horrid deceit. FUCK YOU that I could have saved John Lennon from your stinking, scoundrel of a husband. I didn’t even see it coming, much less deserve it.
I do not care what you think of me. I am not having Robert Fripp shit on my distinguished father’s name. That, too, is final.
eggnog
December 12th, 2010, 12:45 PM
Q. So the whole world was deceived to satisfy Robert Fripp's vile egologic?
A. I do not believe the plan Reagan authored is anything but an obscene tithe by the criminally insane. Buying what the Beatles sell about Lennon has the cheap thrill of a coin locker baby and is just as revolting a spectacle.
Q. So, you have asked out Phoebe and she has accepted?
A. Seattle's just a rut for Asian women, so I have to try and cheer up my homies.
Version : English Blue and The Trust
eggnog
December 14th, 2010, 09:03 AM
In Pittsburgh, those of us who knew that love was in some great measure tolerance were always answered with genuine destructiveness. In other words, they militate against tolerance when they hear the word, much as Goebbels would say, “when I hear the word culture I reach for my gun.” Truth, or attempts to describe terrorism, particularly statewide, Machiavellianism, do not readily meet with tolerance from superiors.
One of the long mystifying riddles of the AIDS Onslaught, both before I learned of the letters in my house, but also after, is why were Black leaders determined to obstruct and reject my editorializing which was angry … for them? Now that it has come out that African leadership had a central role in the decision to release the AIDS virus, out of fury at their continent’s condition, and the way that American Black leadership was insider, some of this mystery is solved.
In my lifetime, few moments were more shattering, or had more long-term consequences for the welfare of our body politic, willingness to speak, duty to understand, willingness to share, was the murder of Martin Luther King. I would not expect anyone to take well the way that I spit on his name in fury at how it was misused. There are in psychiatric horror release valves and desecration of word is not an act of harm in the school of thought that provides for extreme need to express anguish. To some it is part of coping, accepting, overcoming, without hurting. Others, whose spirits are specially cultivated and delicate may turn away in revulsion or fury.
I am not a proponent of the fighting words verdict and so you won’t have me taking any sort of initiative to apology. I understand only too well that the trickery at root of the AIDS fait accompli is catharsis by the aggressor to induce acceptance. People accepting AIDS have had to express fury. I was in fact invented by the aggressor for that cause, to give a target to fury by the victims.
Back in the days when the letters first came to me, the English, and, in light of the fact that many English people are bound by a common pain to those of who revolt against AIDS, I will temper my hostility about their actions in this passage, have persevered with the presentation that there is an incomprehensible weight of tragedy inscribed to me that was not met with understanding and fight,. The phones were probably tapped, Carmen Colucci used to do routines of climbing fences in the district, through backyards. I was, in all likelihood very carefully watched, but there is a time and place to note that the letters were written to give the appearance that Jimmy Crary might have stopped Reagan dead in his tracks. It didn’t happen and millions of people are dead. Whether you actually credit that idea, it certainly is a tantamount gesture to acknowledge that was an intended reading and Lennon was killed to underscore that intended reading. Certainly, I was tortured by a full metal jacket crowd, yet it could have been done they say.
It looks differently to me in terms of personal continuity because when AIDS was just starting I went into combat mode and by then the intercept or supposed discovery had taken place. Clearly, there are grounds to challenge the truth of the claim that this just happened. The name Lucarelli, for example, like Luke 16, around which so much of the case spins, just for example, was in my home making the pin the tail on the donkey schism go around, for Leslie, the immaculate virgin.
For me, the question has always been was the issue of Lennon and damage done so profound that the English had no duty to fulfill the opportunity of 1985? Surely, if the issue was Jimmy stopping AIDS, the English could have arrested Reagan and they didn’t even bring up the problem during Iran-Contra when the whole country was riveted by discovery of this scoundrel’s mode of dark dealing with Iran and Israel, at the expense of our poorest and weakest neighbors. They embarked on a landstake.
The license behind AIDS of course pertaining to the Third World and poverty, its impact on the planet, earth in the balance, as Gore calls it, is: We Can’t. We didn’t because we couldn’t. It comes from We Didn’t because we didn’t have enough, or more honestly, because we didn’t try hard enough. It’s not legitimate grounds and Reagan’s term of office needs to be voided Congressionally to show our repudiation of this cowardly, immiserating act. Truly, in terms of African destiny, like The United Nations, I believe deeply in common claims upon cultural preservation and basic issues of solidarity in terms of living, loving and survival. The Cold War was unnecessary and wasteful and this is the atrocious end to which we have been brought. I’m angry against a deceit that fails to bring us to justice. I believe that Africa helped release AIDS and now wants complete participation in the Commonwealth of human heritage and destiny. Fundamental facts of human dignity, wealth and preservation, continuity for the history and development of nations are, to be absolutely rock steady: entitlements.
We can raise the overall calibre of our planetary meeting of minds and beings through cooperation in AIDS Nuremberg.
eggnog
December 14th, 2010, 09:08 AM
I think it is as tedious for you as it is for me to watch Eggnog Corner unfold as an answer to a referendum on my right to exist. In order not to play that theater, I will stick to the facts for the courage of history and leave to the law, my preference stated against the Taliban, to secure a body politic that will, I hope, proceed in a manner that affords all people the comfort they are due.
In my opinion what Midori Goto and Barack Obama pulled an absolutely ridiculous, loathsome, brazen, charted and warmaking act, heaped in Japanese revenge craft, and the stale Black fetish of onerous grievance mongering that has replaced the great hope that all people, Black and white once had, that the Civil Rights Movement would install not Black fury, but Black wisdom. It is to be remembered that safe schools were one of the highlights for Dr. King of social progress. We still have children who want safe schools, understanding without panic, unanswerable to the fraud Robert Fripp and his minions sitting at hukas in their judgement from Death Row constructs, courtesy the way out in Nation of Islam currents and Hip Hop. Why are they being told first, and empowered, allowed to jeopardize us, while our schoolchildren are being kept in the dark? So Nancy Reagan doesn’t have to face the bitter pill of her husband’s madness in public?
Obama and the Witches of WOMAD were so eager to see a white suck humiliated, egged on by Loco Yoyo, that they finally betrayed both race and country. When the queer fascists bark about AIDS, mottoing forth that it was a war lost before it began, note the defeatist sentiment behind the silence of the Black Man. The intercept was, to be truthful, very clearly bogus and the icebreaker yammer of Yousou N’dour planned to masquerade the Navigator cult of Bush, a lateral and feigned “discovery”. The English manipulater is trained to smile pleasantly and manipulate emotion. In the lull he wants cooperation, failing that will resort again to atrocity. Rape was used homocidally as an instrument of Rock Music Ego. The laughter was not just Blackoholic sadism, but Klanism. Peter Gabriel proved his worth to Reagan selling abomination and his position is strengthened. They’re inducing collective psychosis to tribute the ARK Superstate of the Onslaught. It is like having Dr. King’s teachings fall into the hands of Fu Manchu. Obama is a cold-blooded lizard when he liars.
In the turbulence of Hillary Clinton’s big sale, Yoko Ono and Midori Goto have signalled their hatred and despair to the effect that Apology to Yoko Ono, which overwhelmed the right of the public to know, is just a duty call, a humble one, in the Japanese spirit. Yet there is a monstrous corpus of evidence that this was pre-planned in a revenge crime in which I was selectioned and now am being asked to Apologize to the AIDS Combein. Frank Zappa and Muhammed Ali are a rather crooked team to see together, making carrot tapes and pouncing on a college kid over a one-night stand, as if it symbolizes a Great Holy War for End Times. Yes, she was from India and married, no she did not tell me so, and yet it was organized as a race pussyball facet of the AIDS Onslaught. Through the maniacal genius of Martin Sheen I was depicted as the Non-Violent Rapist Frankenstein of a challenge to abort American civilization. It’s a humiliating and unfair burden, quite preposterous, yet the idea that I … spiritually … myself, shot John Lennon actually got airplay and I was tortured horribly by Moonunit Zappa and her faction in their attempt to give this warped and ridiculous pile on spin concept airplay. How can one credit people that low? Everytime YOU got mad, YOU were to blame for John Lennon’s murder and therefore should die?
Odd.
It’s not as if all the myriad of perfect fits in their mind game are unchallengable for the prospect of dark arrange. Will Zell and his guru Joseph Goebbels have never looked very much to me like Honorary the Black Man either in appearance, mood or deed, at least not until I came to understand the nazification of Seattle and New York.
The idea that Lennon and Hitler together were brethren and a friendly ghost can be forged under Japan’s Article Nine, loyal to their mutual contributions to a great measure exists because Lennon hated school. I begin to feel he has needed something of a cultural attorney to protect himself from Ringo Starr and Cirque de Soleil in their routines for the Ark of Colors and Obama. I cannot imagine him sympathizing with Sean Strub the way groups around Seattle always have done. I don’t think all is fair in love and war. I don’t think Lennon knew enough about American schools. Certainly, I do not believe anyone should be persuaded against John Dewey entire. If Lennon was trying to, he should have been debated for his reasons. I didn’t shoot Lennon. I wouldn’t have.
Inducing crisis and saying that my type was behind AIDS is absurd. I’ve always made sure that I was never allowed near weapons because I knew I was unstable. I’ve said the same thing for years about men in the Republican Party who seem to be mentally disturbed. Don’t let them have those terrible weapons, they’re sick, they’re scarred. We need better leaders. I also know the type who go out in their dungarees and want a fight in the jungle. They pick on, they prod their victims, they get them upset, they get them to shoot back and behold they have a pretext. No one should be allowed to graduate from Seattle Central Community College without studying in detail the facts, time and circumstance of the Gulf of Tonkin Affair. If you are happy on your belly, vote Republican.
One reason I suspect that I have been held in bondage to cruelty by Moonunit Zappa is that it seems to vindicate people who hear from me and probably realize that such intimidating atmospherics were part of the problem for little Jimmy. Moonunit resembles no one so much as Amy Edelstein, the arbiter of the lies Obama told. The blacklisting and whisper campaigns were something I was frightfully immiserated with as a child in school.
Anyone looking for why I didn’t fight back or didn’t seek help, or read more determinedly the letter of Gail Burstyn need look no further than the following facts: I didn’t realize she was malicious. I thought I was the only victim. It goes no further than that. My sister Laura testifies that she never saw me angry, for all the beatings I endured, until I got home from Mt. Desert Island, and that was before I found the Lennon stuff. I already knew AIDS was manmade from what I learned there.
The mistreatment I endured as a child contributed to the crisis and problem and now has been used besmirching me as a perpetrator. I find it a grave strain to be told I should overlook the cruel indications that Japan did all this deliberately. If Midori Goto is innocent of such charges, by all means, let her go, but do not demand that I am answerable to such a suspect contraptioning. I already know Alpana was a set up. I also believe that the making of a sex list presumes a license to traffic and an absence of selfhood that should be expected from junior high school girls in Pittsburgh. The child hookers were themselves felonously aware of how I was being tortured and used. They were a game plan of pedophile blackmail that was brought to fruition by Paul McCartney concerning whom I am increasingly suspicious.
In looking at the issue of human and civil rights in a pressure cooker like this, some people are apt to lose sight of the fact that in America most adults in fact have the legal right to play fast and loose. The Alpana Scam invention was catered and clocked to Obama’s blacklisting justification for what Will Zell Broome had done, and then, on top of all this virtual satire of Adultery in the name of Louis Louis stuff, they go and bomb Muslims to hell in foreign countries and this, frankly, embarasses me, because this is also my country and I don’t believe in my country right or wrong.
It is our duty note where our country is flawed and work amiably and without self-righteousness, to improve our place among the Commonwealth of the world.
While Reagan enters the illicit text that although the evidence shows I had been tortured, lying about that to torture me again seemed a convenient way to punish me, the text of Reagan's innocence also depends on terrifying lies about Mt. Desert Island and my letter to Leslie Katz, as well as a cover-up about the engineering behind the way I was used. In addition to being held hostage to a suspicious investment group who have lied while commiting acts of unforgivable, thoroughly nazi, brutality, for whom Midori Goto is the poster girl, it seems to me that her protestation of innocence, also, is simply a cover for being the protected status symbol that tribunes the myth of Black innocence entire.
Obama may not be just a Johnny Cochran. He may be Reagan's partner, as Reagan was Hitler's.
Version : !Let's Film Project!
eggnog
December 14th, 2010, 12:59 PM
The following clip is from an Errol Flynn film made with Reagan and directed by the man who played John Wilkes Booth in Birth of a Nation, the infamous saga in black and white celebrating the rise of the Ku Klux Klan in America.
In the film, released in 1942, you see Reagan and his band being taken into Hitler Plaza where there is a doorway marked: RRATHERUSSwastika, like Lazarus, back from the dead. This film, Desperate Journey is one of many film showing that the plan to rescue Hitler was already underway in 1942.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HdsOqPqKXw
Observe
The American plays Monkey See Monkey Do with the German suggesting they are already doing what we have asked, and there is a truly profound lookalike of one of the leaders of Monty Python.
This film needs to be scrutinized intensely for semiotic content.
eggnog
December 14th, 2010, 01:00 PM
Here it is again. Watch again: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2TxULvaTcQ&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL
eggnog
December 14th, 2010, 01:04 PM
He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day ~ Errol Flynn, quoted by Yoko Ono with John Lennon accompaniment.
Other factors in this film are high command clips taken behind German lines that could only have been a goodwill gesture from Hitler. It opens with two explosions, set by a Beatle-like man and a bird being released.
Reagan stands at one point outside Goering's special car on a train and says, "What's good enough for Goering is almost good enough for me." The implication? Only Hitler is good enough for Reagan.
The RR in ratherus has an A style backwards, as in White Aryan Resistance, the horror klan group that caused no end of problem during the Meese years in American cities. Hitler was second in command under Reagan.
eggnog
December 14th, 2010, 01:05 PM
In Franklin Graham's Rebel With a Cause he speaks of a villianous friend from the Contras who for being so horrid gives himself the name Hitler. He says, "No more Hitler" one day. They ask why. He says, "call me Lazarus because I'm back from the dead" and Franklin Graham weeps and embraces him in Jesus name.
eggnog
December 14th, 2010, 01:06 PM
Faced with the atrocity of Jonestown, Graham is moved that Jesus the provider has given his movement land.
Jonestown, itself, remains a mystery, and a line of command to Augusta, Maine and Mt. Desert Island has already been established in a death cult Christian Church.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 09:53 AM
In fact Reagan describes a nexus in jibberish between Dali and Franco in one scene, but you wouldn't realize it without closed captions.
Version : The War
eggnog
December 14th, 2010, 04:47 PM
peter gabriel: we are all leslie katz
Mac Crary: We are all Jeannie Tamburro.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:19 PM
Q. John Lennon is dead, Mr. Quang.
A. Good.
Version : The Himmelsweg Gazette
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 10:14 AM
The Himmelsweg Gazette
Ringo Starr False Witness Program Underwrites AIDS Onslaught
Old News, Yammers Crooklyn
Justified! Justified! Starr Apoplexies
All is Silent for Now Confusing if didn't knowOn th an English AgitProp
by Eggnog by Macby Crary
:confused::eek::rolleyes:
My father Ryland was a Corporal in the Navy, a Peace Corps leader and Chair of the Department of Education at the University of Pittsburgh where my column Ritual Dissent at Pitt News spanned the nightmare years of the monster Reagan. It was there that I was lessoned in the nature of reality, a subtext of higher learning organized semi-formally at Pitt by my father's assassins, led by Chancellor Mark Nordenberg. I won't bore you with my repudiation of their claims to have diagnosed me paranoid schizophrenic since the counter-evidence is both well-known, and by their lights, completely inadmissible. The real villians of this tragedy are Ralph Tive, Robert Fripp and Peter Sinfield of King Crimson. A huge syndicate operates underneath them, in cold blood, and I intend to continue my discussions about them on an ongoing basis, throughout the day and beyond.
Failure to understand and deal with the maliciousness of Barack Obama is a tragedy. Further, the remains of the Beatles are officially suspects in the origins of AIDS, and missing this point is extremely stupid. The thick-headedness of the refusal to understand is part of the audacity of pre-conditioning from Orwell's fascist Britain. It's important to understand also that Lee Harvey Oswald was used by Reagan in Dallas because the name Oswald signified Oswald Moseley, leader of the British Fascist Party.
Peter Gabriel's reasoning in the affairs of Mt. Desert Island and 911 is essentially the mind of Reagan made hallowed by rock and roll.
Oh, Jimmy threatened Leslie? That means AIDS is justified. Oh, AIDS is manmade, that makes me mad, think I'll blow up the World Trade Centers. From the point of view of the critique of pure reason, his popularity among the victims for having done all thisis is a real challenge to evaluation, but evalute I shall, and the gist of my reconnaissance on the subject is: This is part of the superclass attempt to destroy the social worker class, our schools and the middle class, and to secure absolute fiefdom, largely foreign, in a hegemony of economic segregationism.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 10:20 AM
Hitler Was Always Victim
The night of the Reichstag Fire, Hitler was victim. The night the Poles instigated a border dispute, Hitler was victim. In the Gulf of Tonkin, Hitler was victim.
There was always a death hoax in the lore of the Beatles. Yoko Ono and the other survivors are all suspects in the origin of AIDS, anyone who missed that point is crazy. The film Z he lives was found out as a secret sneer about Hitler. The hoax of the real crime was the attempt on Reagan in March, 1981. I was there. I know that he staged that for scriptorial ammunition.
I can prove it.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 10:26 AM
The Plague Mass Rebellion that was orchestrated as a statement of Gabriel's choice, to not warn, and invest in the crime, was part of a mass delusion campaign predicated on a staged and phony intercept of a scroll. Feudalism has been introduced to keep a morbid satire about the middle class belief in equity spinning. Oh, you believe in equity, well, then, why should you be allowed to live when someone else is sick?
This mindset is part of HitlerReagan's intellectual sabotague of our educational heritage, and drop-in movement progress, heaped in the ideosyncracies of intellectualism that have allowed brutal pedophiles like Paul McCartney and Larry Flynt to dpict themselves as progressives ich von higherniskt!
Gabriel's objective was planned. Just as corporations are said to be One Person, gabriel wants to Installation an English holding company Organization, The One Truth Corporation predicated on the fallacy that we are all bound by the spirit of John Lennon, while he purposefully twists into virtual unrecognizability anything Lennon could have even been said to meaningfully stand for, and he was a wild dreamer, laced with profound and maddening contradictions at best to begin with.
This gives a great deal of flexibility to the AIDS Combine.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 10:28 AM
I suggest Peter Gabriel stop if he knows what's good for him.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 10:30 AM
Counterpoint from our reader, Moony Unity.
Moony Unity says:
Most people of course realize, Eggnog, that Reagan saved the United States of Aermcia, and that the only alternative to Hitler was Satan, whose Uralized embodiment, Stalin, had nearly defeated Western Civ. due to the forces of liberal degeneracy.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 10:31 AM
Steel Wax
Proud when you're kith and dirty.
Royal Blue size and Okrakoke.
$4.00 off with this coupon.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 10:35 AM
Governoire Don Gore gurgles:
I'm delighted that you're come out of the closet with the reality that Mt. Desert Island was just a Carnegie Mellon MAD Magazine routine.
Eggnog replies: If you think I was homeless for two years, have endured myriad abuses towards wrongful death, torture, the rape of my loved one and countless hours of personal struggle and expense to protest what I can prove and have sworn to was pre-meditated as a caprice for the tail of Midori, I think you should, in addition to checking your premises, evaluate the entire lewd structure of the insane influences you consider godhead:
HARPERS
McDermott
OBAMA
Havel
The coward Fripp
among them.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 11:58 AM
Section B: International
In the Goto Installation system, martialization of the urban condition, with bizarre advances in the harassment techniques favored by old-school Wallace supporters, is unchallenged, advancing a throwback to confederacy under the banner of Obama's multicultural Ark, sustaining Reagan's ruthless and morbid so-called fundamentalism, purposefully promoting misunderstanding through strange bedfellows like Zappa, devoid of redress or defense for the wrongfully accused, targeting only the innocent, never the guilty, under the cloak of a Yojimbo feudal construct that confuses the public as a medium of advance, violating civil rights as a practical joke, smugly in control of authority that spurns persuasion as weakness, preaching love devotion surrender with the enforcement of undisguised brutality, targetting most viciously the emotional center of their victim, although not abose toxic assault on the biology of their prey, not concerned about health impact, longevity or even the eyesight of the deaf, braying that is necessary to prove that privacy is just Satan cloaking his scorched soul. Her guru Fripp distorts Gurdjieff lawlessly the way Hitler used Nietzsche.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 12:12 PM
Section C: Local
The chumps in Seattle Police, despite being done-in, massacre-style, by British Labor, Taliban'd to the Scotland Yard Holy Lennon tune and equated their suffering with his, an easy gesture, just ask Sean Strub. Which is it, cops? The reality is too complicated for their feeble minds, so they manage by invention and bloodoath to their own assassins, to save face.
I know you are concerned for my welfare and confident in my power to recover. Partly I want people to think me a drunk so I can disguise my real intentions, which is to keep an offbeat community presence, as a deaf person. People who think I am too derelict to work then do not mind that I am left alone to write poetry. Be brave. Denounce the Bush mania using my work for contact points in conflict demolitions. The military often come around pushing and shoving and embarassing themselves.
Please make clear to everyone - my hearing aid is broken. There will not be a new one until the second week of January. One month away. Sorry. Cannot be changed. Cannot be helped. Kindly help me make that understood to everyone.
Q. Aren't you trying to divide and conquer by illicitly making it appear that Reagan knew and that Bowie is his accomplice?
A. Are you saying that I am trying to wean our commonwealth from folly by telling them what really went on? Deception is real concensus building, I grant you and it's a lonely trumpet I'm blowing, but I've done my level best to secure safe conditions for rational dissent.
Q. It isn't rational.
A. It is, sir. Once you know the secret: Reagan was a liar. Obama is his Johnny Cochran. Michelle Obama thinks of being First Lady much as Nancy Reagan did. She's an esoterican, with voodoo doctors of super-secret infra-wealth, who bless her rumblings and translate them, knifing macabre, having divined her fluttering eyelash as beef for their trances.
Q. Harkin's agents mouthed, "Tom Gordon" to the rape of deaf Jeannie.
A. Gordon was an attache of both Reagan and Obama, arranged by Wecht and Chang. He shook the White House gates on the night before Brady to get his name on the SS register and then worked with Harvard Drama Dept. to stage a date rape, all so Reagan and Obama would be able to claim that they came looking for me on a suspicious scent.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 12:13 PM
King Crimson!
The best thing since Red Dawn Reagan fed a dead mouse to a starving girl he'd locked in the attic.
eggnog
December 15th, 2010, 12:15 PM
!Extra! !Extra!
City of Faceliars
Finally Admits
little Jimmy Crary was really :mad:TORTURED!~
EXTRA
Version : The Houston Bureau
eggnog
December 16th, 2010, 10:51 AM
A fair number of honest newspapermen don’t care if they are anonymous so long as the public get the news. Obviously there is a huge difference between the principle of public warning and public safety, and the investment principle of piracy and fraud. No less a journalist than Martha Gellhorn spoke privately about my “great sense of urgency” in trying to get across discovery of a knotted weave surrounding Mt. Desert Island, before the more persuasive elements had come to light. She was honestly taken back and incomprehending. Now, why would Richard Starkey mock, deride and fake what no less a woman than Martha Gellhorn had identified and responded to enough to write a long letter to me about in her 80’s from Belize City, where she was then living?
Ringo Starr was Ronald Reagan’s man in Havana during the AIDS Onslaught. Perfidy is the only game he knows. Most petty men in the celebrity superstate, from the thug drummer of the Beatles, to high horse Sherman Alexie and his Queerbasque status crone Midori Goto in the ineffable Ark of Cornell West and Margaret Meade, suffer pathological fury at, and commensurate dread of, being upstaged. Hence, common cause issues like public safety are non-material matters that get subsumed into a larger structure dominated by their egos. De-humanizng Jimmy Crary was a sale that substantiated the over-riding thing: their charismatic trump.
My very best girlfriend Phoebe’s sister Bella recently wrote me a note about my broken hearing aid repeatedly saying she didn’t understand but was sure I would feel better soon. The Indian prophecy reminded me of Edgar Cayce.
While celebrity super-ingenues like Paul McCartney snivel, the multitude of real people, mere manifestations of his great ego, of course, are faced with the dilemma of a switchboard manipulating them through false information. The reason that Sean Lennon and his father-killing pal Martin Sheen scream with laughter about the absurd idea that any sort of principle is involved for them is that the role of triumph given to John Lennon’s killers has been proved so lucrative an investment strategy for Yoko Ono and her mysterious blank check klan.
Nobody told me there’d be Gays like these. Strange Gays, indeed (most peculiar, mama).
Gail Burstyn is still at large.
What does it mean to come up against a weird, psychopathic queerwarden (Bill Clinton) in an age of satellite based Pentagon-Disney over the public’s right to know in defiance of The Hinckley/Brady Act? It is beyond adolescent cries of high treason, I assure you. The red tape includes spy-cam films of me jerking off in a cozy sock, hookers initialed for petty Oberlin pianists, the rape of my loved one. It’s easy to show what a liar he is.
I’ve been under total surveillance since at least 1987. They act like I’m a human AIDS virus. If I catch a cold that means I’m looking for kooties. If I sneeze, the Army Corps of chemical weapons goes into bloodwork mode. At the slightest suspicion that dead finks might drip on my carpet, fire alarms go off in the building and a scent of smoky ochre ensues.
I realize we live in an adversarial system, but if public hygiene and safety were authentically at root, my pizza boss could have pulled me aside and said, “Rumor has it you’ve been fucking your steady honey before work. As a condition of employment I want you to sober up, clean up and see a shrink.” Or he could have fired me if he thought I was grubby, all of which he surely would have done if I wasn’t both clean and a good, hard employee.
But hygiene was never the reason for Martin Sheen. He was only too happy to foot the bill for the hookers and order the ketchup from the rye. The objective was hysterical mobscene to cover AIDS being manmade through pursuit of a legal precedent for mandatory AIDS testing and when my research doggedness interfered with their plans, they invented the Taliban and proceeded with pussyball, which may, in fact, have been what they wanted even more, since bloodtests don’t really fulfill their main objective, unmitigated spread through panic of the virus.
Normalization of AIDS is a much higher priority. As Mrs. Silverman told me in third grade, “We’re not laughing at you, we’re laughing with you.”
Clinton pursued Midori Goto to Iowa where he had Harkin Outhouse lock me in jail and give me the wrong medicine for seizures, as he demandeth unto duh sacred Japanese pussy for Obama Cult, raping deaf Jeannie. One could almost have omojahnd her Viktum!
I have long been devil Jimmy, heropass Reagan’s Zappa guaranteed scare story from duh front. I took to jacking off in my apartment window with the blind down enough to cast shadows like a pink panther in the heat of the night. As good a dime novel as Why Not Swop.
The people who did this think of themselves as social anthropologists. Let’s investigate some of their Duffian “nebulous threads.” They also think of themselves as dharma cult seers and esoteric Christians, so let’s also pursue their medival warlock Imperial Wizardry and their Strubbian cult of hemlock infections.
Seattle, as supporters of Obama, are waging war on behalf of and in tandem with those who released the AIDS virus, plain and simple. Leeching that I am an embarassment to Kathy Hayford and Steven Thompson, neither of which little fucks have ever properly spoken out about any of this, tuning the rumor mills to the pitchfork that because of insanity I have become an irregular person, haunting the pornojunk, a good for nothing and moral nuisance, the proper answer to this presentation, and the hand of pity that goes out to them, is oh, well, that’s life.
You might dare to mention the tampon of the inner eye.
eggnog
December 16th, 2010, 10:53 AM
Jim Marrs and his manipulators keep it a parlor game, abusive and arbitrary. He once wrote to me that I was like Galileo, that my job was to convince people that the earth revolved around the sun, rather than vice versa. This letter traces to 1992! Doesn’t that tell you something about Dick Starr? That they knew all along Gail Burstyn and Leslie Katz were the intriguers? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Jim Marrs thinks he wants to examine all possibilities. Has it ever occurred to him in his shiftless and completely unforgivable destruction of evidence in his rampage to nazify Midori Goto’s name and defend the monster Reagan that the command and control structure strongly implicate not JFK, but Reagan in ballot stuffing? Reagan wanted to be sure JFK was elected. Dallas had already been decided. It was all in God’s plan. A metaphor for a metaphor for abortion, straight from Henry Wade and the Pacific Nu. Wrath of the Niebelungs.
Humanism dared to challenge Christianity openly? Dared to discuss drop-in educational centers and post-tsunami schools without the drools of bible widgets and the punishments of damnation? It’s not that middle class social workers and civil servants doubt the intensity of the bond that supercrones from the upper tier in their virginity can sequester in the male obsess. You don’t have to be in the East Precinct of Seattle Police to look out your window and lament the way little Jimmy would lick’r and whine. I also realize that moralists suffer emotional pangs when meeting the gorgeous and singular girls with unpublished phone numbers and protected addressed associated with Moonunit, Elizabeth Taylor and Arnold JFK Schwarzenegger, when, by disastrous trolling, a schizophrenic poet makes fun of them and their fox terrier fur-lined don’t ask, don’t tellers of the night don’t feel the same way about them anymore, and Larry Flynt knows why, but I fail to see how any of that amounts, as a social system as anything other than a question of character concerning the women at work.
Pussyball is rape, in my humble opinion, and to see Hillary Clinton endorse it is mind expanding.
The intimacy of a woman is, to be sure, an open and shut case of absolute acceptance and absolute rejection, but the pussywhip was explored very effectively in Chapterhouse: Dune by Frank Herbert and the verdict of the poets is: Real Women don’t need loveslaves. I’m not sure where Moonunit Zappa got the idea that Real Women revile victims of torture. I presume it comes from the long nightmare of a society that Respect Men, not Laws.
Thanks to Peter Gabriel and the City of Pittsburgh, the names of Seattle and Great Britain are destroyed forever, but does that necessarily speak to the United States Government? Is there a difference between a nazi, a pig, a cop, a policemen and a friend? The answer is obviously that if the United States of America would do what it has always claimed and organized to stop, arrest and prosecute the AIDS Combine and its Battlestar Politica we can avoid being remembered as the Evil Umpire and start calling balls and strikes for what they are. It would be our finest hour. It would be a legend to remember and give America a half-decent chance to redeem our place within the forcing house of human destiny.
Justice isn’t about the aesthetics of celebrity karma.
Whenever I think of Jeannie, I realize what is wrong with this place: Seattle, Washington. For some of the great mystics, all and everything could be summarized eloquently, with fascination and grace, in a tea ceremony. Sometimes, the most astute people, miss how unbelievably hard a simple gesture can be, how much time it can take, preparation and planning. Due to economic segregationism and the eradication of the middle class, the squeeze towards the bottom and the cultivated resentments of the poor, a world where South American gringo-mad scavengers howl that it is isn’t the existence of the poor who offend them but the existence of the rich, and soon a middle class boy is tortured to example. The social workers of the middle class come to hate their work at the Clubhouse, and move on, in tremons, to somewhere new, anywhere but the familiar, where all that they see and seem is engulfed by false dreams in a bog of futility. They work hard on their Civil Rights training and dream at night of dancing with David Bowie and Imelda Marcos.
The very fact that the Cold War budget could have saved planet earth is enough to tell you something about where this all comes from and where it is leading.
For the Catholic worker, there is only one innocent, so if you live, you live in guilt. Banishing the Bill of Rights in the name of Christianity and moral satire with no scruples is just rendering unto Caesar what is Caesars. It’s not hard to find nazi sympathizers, nor is it against the law for a landlord to sport a picture of Reagan smiling slyly, but to empower them is another thing altogether. Regretably, perfidy is the only game Pilchard Starr speaks. When I contacted Peter Gabriel and privately described the soap opera of forces impinging on the persona’s experience, the only thing that mattered and Gabriel should have known it, was who was following me? The fact that Gail Burstyn had laid me doesn’t say anything at all except that during that age and in that terrible condition, I was easily seduced. The point was who was using me this way? It proved AIDS manmade. Gabriel, the great justifier, missed his cue. We were defeated in this war before it even began. In an era where skinheads were rampaging and newspapers changing their rules back to pre-Upton Sinclair era suppression and favoritism (and Upton Sinclair without a doubt was Reagan’s greatest enemy this side of Abraham Lincoln) Gabriel introduced psycho-babble, plastic reality, fiction, cold-blooded lies that evanescent pilgrims of the android zone wistfully thought of as non-reporting.
Investing in mindshares and subliminal clarvoyance they shirked off as, “giving him the business.”
eggnog
December 16th, 2010, 10:54 AM
The Butch factor in the Les Lie game war is ugly. Butch Kasperowski was Sundance Kasper’s brother. Butch Otter, the Governor of Idaho was privy to Mt. Desert Island and predated virulently on the impacted neuroplasm to disprove the helpless virtue of non-violence among the recreationally sexually active. Martin Sheen party’d hord with Robert Redford over the successful extrusion of the Eirene Carrot tape. As Brian Eno contemplates the rightness of murdering me to prevent Social Security leech money from paying for our news, I recall the day I didn’t write to King Crimson because I didn’t think mother would know how much a letter to England cost, and thus John Lennon died, and I never saw Midori again, ever after. In looking over the deaths of Tuba Man and Michael Jackson in the determination of Ronald Reagan and Ringo Starr to normalize the New Way of politics, celebrity feudalism, thanks to PussyLew Lapham and his scorn for sophomore editorialists, treating neuroplastic head trauma with whiffs of grass, I think of that motherfucker Daniel Inouye and wonder why the fuck he hammered his gavel in the name of National Security whenever anyone said anything relevant about Reagan during Iran-Contra.
Despite Clinton’s weird obsession with my home, there are no impious vectors between me and your butt-scratching. I haven’t noticed the purveyors of all this illicit deception had much concern with my health, breathing difficulties from being tortured and gassed as a child, the afflicted stettorhea rottenegg gas developing from Ringo’s methods of suggesting compliance. Wonder what the John and Bobby murders of both me and Steven Thompson would bring in at the Publisher’s Project for Alan Parssons? There’s obviously illicit grievance in the original Hypotenuse Poetry Pamphlet being worth a hustle to estate-related stick up artists, so much so that even my friends would rather have one than my love and admiration. Who cries for Loki, they snicker? It’s very cavalier of Harkin (and my father was a Naval Colonel, not Corporal, I must have been confusing him with Oliver North) to perpetrate the LOW IS HIGH dogma of Gandhian Strubbers while afflicting irritable bowel syndrome as a bogus Gurdjieff sympathy feedback loop to generate titillation for the wrongfully and spitefully used. Give them a victim and they’ll follow you anywhere.
It’s all part of Peter Gabriel super-obsession with Stanley Milgram, and his message to Lakewood, “Please stop me before I kill again.” From Tuba Man to Peter Ustinov in India, it’s all Christopher Hitchens, Midori Goto and the carrotstick from a band called Niggerdick.
The City of Faceliars denies it, but Uramanyhazi is like GermanyNazi, and Hoechstetter knew. Derf dorf and adolphia were all part of the lead up to the day that Jeannie’s runaway concierge bleated in delight, “Maybe Gail Burstyn was psychic!” Admittedly common threats, or unusual disability, like deafness, can bring unusual people together, but “We are all HIV positive?” Even Chelsea Clinton?
My understanding of how Gurdjieff felt about the human dilemma was expressed by the traitor Pierre Elliot as a desperate gambler’s attempt to sow a flowering of philosophy. Reciprocal maintenance, understood as humane. He can be construed as a vicious individual, but really, he didn’t care for technological outposts intended to selectively provide mission intelligence for a property’d class. He believed in the virtue of tending to the earth as we find it and our people, first, then looking to lunar landings when all was well. He was what they called a practical person. Which isn’t an endorsement of all that he did. I’m told his excesses killed Katherine Mansfield and I know for a fact that he survived occupied Paris.
I’m also a practical person. I think that Draft registration should not being until the age of 21, which wouldn’t stop 18 year olds from enlisting if they wanted, and would do a good deal to undermine Thos. Outhouse Harkin’s claim that children at age ten afraid of torture are commies.
Mother Gail of course, knew all about carrots. She’d married a Mark Mark Beelzebub related to the Magical Mystery Imperial Wizard who pilfered three perfect pairs for the planet of animal sex workers run by Bill Gates and Richard Attenborough. The coward Fripp (in a strategic hamlet built for two) pecksniffs offensive oi’d loikeys who live by the rules and end up with the blessing of a bed full of crabs and an Easter egg basket of rats from his belfry.
Someone will thank Ringo Starr for putting so much scream into my allegations that it really, really comes through, doesn’t it? Nevermind that he co-authored Gail Burstyn. It was psychologically consistent with what American Really Wants. Raping deaf Jeannie cuz Reagan didn’t know, a masterpiece of McCartney ennui.
To put it very bluntly, I didn’t Apology to Yoko Ono because I don’t want to endorse killing that poor man for his money. I believe that Martin Sheen gave Yoko Ono only one injunction: Lennon had to be outside on December 8, 1980. Sheen belongs on Death Row, not just in prison, as one of the most deadly and shuddering con artists in inhuman history.
Version : Obama King Kong
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 09:17 AM
Q. Why is the power cult that occupies the client dimension of Sound Mental Health so viciously able to torture and exploit you with help never arriving?
A. Because I’m deaf. My hearing aids are even gone and Washington won’t replace them. I can’t walk into the courthouse and make myself charismatic and interesting. I can’t put on the show the entertainment lobby require as a password to justice.
Q. Did you see the article in the newspaper yesterday, The Seattle Times, titled: Russian Doesn’t Murder Traitors?
A. Yes, I did. It was planted by Wm. Safire, a heavy thing, one of James W. Child last really heavy lopers, someone who was given a complete free hand to lie about me under Reagan through Pitt News. It’s an old Wm. F. Buckley trick, throw out an article as a curve ball on people’s political bigotries, give them the ammunition to conduct a few sentences of tomfoolery they take for personal political analysis and they will congratulate themselves on being a nation of mendicants, groveling in vicious abjection, always willing to serve the oppressor.
What happened in Pittsburgh is very sad. I was tortured. The Veteran’s Administration is well aware that the neuroplasm is like a metal spike hammered into my face that throbs and never goes away. They used it as a broken lense to refract into child trauma and terror of the men who tortured me, claims intended to make me feel like a halfway and grossly disabled fop. A sort of Peter Lorre character cast in the role of Marinus Van Der Lubbe. Once I was criminalized this way, the guerrilla left, who in Seattle have played the most vicious role of all in the AIDS Onslaught, in part because some families around here had victims, and so they could claim that they understood things that they did not when following Reagan’s lead as infiltrator of the counter-culture, making impossible any hope coming from the Civil Rights Movement anymore, engrossed as they are in popularity, money and the trappings of material success which they wanted a lot more than intellectual sincerity. In my humble opinion, the day that Jesse Jackson helped Midori Goto wrecker ball the dreams of Jimmy Crary was the day a whole generation of Americans died. It’s a piteous thing. The Midwest made a very serious mistake ignoring the implications of this case and cheering it.
Wm. Safire, a powerful bigot, was enthused when I wrote during a very early campaign to secure my right to public speech, “Reagan makes a great hypnotist but the media should not be his amulet” and he said, “Why I know what I’ll do, that gives me an idea, I’ll call Brian Eno and Vaclav Havel and get their support for hypnotizing James M. Crary of Pitt News through the media and watch his tea kettle go off.” They whipped up the most tragic and cruel mob scene in American History and they evidently want to be remembered for it, as good guys, for raping a retarded girl as a sort of sacrificial gesture to Obama King Kong.
Q. You’ve been sick?
A. Li Mei at the bakery gave me three organic bananas with an ugly piece of tape and I ate one that had a slightly rotten core and got very, very sick. The Veteran’s Administration I’m sure was guided by Robert Fripp’s theory of biological irritability. They know I’ve had breathing problems caused from toothpaste at night. Real shocking dreams of suffocating. They told themselves, let’s irritate that area and he’ll cough phlegm through the obstructed lung tissue and maybe bring up the asbestos, or whatever, lead in the Pittsburgh air I breathed too long. It’s how, conjoined to vibrations from ultrahigh, they surfaced the neuroplasm you see in my facial nerve. It is extremely painful pseudo-therapy, which they practiced with the maximum object of inflicting suffering, because I’m a traitor, they feel, for talking and it was set up, if you do that, you will pay. You will be blamed. Still, I hope it works. I hate suffocating.
Q. Do you really think they mean you well?
A. After murdering my father Ryland? Of course not, but it’s an infamous ruse. Gregoire speaks to Obama and has to be able to ameliorate concerns harbored by for example friends of the Blue House and Shannon Harps, who see what’s happening and want an explanation that doesn’t lead to open acknowledgement of what is real. With my father, his last book: George Leader, the Politics of Progress, is laid out to show him isolated as pariah. It made me sad to see Ralph Tive’s name, since that laid bare what they had done. Before it happened, daddy was being fooled with by a malicious Jewish kid, a ramrod boot sergeant of a maintenance official and Nyguna Kagubi (pronouned Jaguna Kaboogie). This was before I knew anything about infamous Taliban, or I might have been alarmed that I found myself doing some maintenance work and singing, “I’m Jaguna Kabugi and I’ve come straightforth to tell you (how to get rid of your teacher today)” Of course, Chick Kirshner is a Reagan attorney who worked with Ralph Tive post-trauma to keep me on pot and suffering a lonely, isolated existence in Pittsburgh, renting (unbeknowest to me) unrealistically cheap rooms from Andy Shechter, a familiar of Michelle Kwan.
The Chinatown community who gave me that banana are working with Justin Chang and David Cohen, whose name is in the Burstyn letters, she was a friend of Gail Burstyn.
Q. Did Sherman Alexie work with Gail Burstyn?
A. That’s just it, I think. He’s like the symbol of the bloody racing glove on Sgt. Peppers. David Lucarelli was in Rusted Root at the time of the carrot tape, his mother is on the Pittsburgh Police, his father, an old Isaly’s union klukker from Elmira, took my mother into a union chain marriage. David Luke works at 20th Century Fox and got some backing from Peter Sinfield for the way that Chas. Kirshner set it up, to sell hate for me as a pale white thing, a white suck, a liberal fraud, for a time when, as Gabriel crows, “The Ku Klux Klan serves hot soul food and the band plays in the mood.” I mean, it’s an old story, the Black Separatists and their crime team up with the KKK. Under Reagan it became the neo-Naziism we see on the streets.
Dino Rossi, Cornell West and Bobby Jindhal are a united fascist syndicate, but, tragically, in a strange way, it almost leads to validating the Tax Cuts from the Bush team. It’s like the curse of Ayn Rand. If political deceivers can show you how vicious the Civil Rights Movement people really are, capable of torturing and raping deaf children, then you almost have to cheer when they are just out. Someone like me, I’m so used to giving the little that I have to ingrates, it’s just another round of bruises and emotional destruction, but Seattle and Aaron Dixon worked with Gregory Karl on the “successive degradations of the X-motive” that preyed on little Jimmy for the atrocity show.
Q. You played possum, right? I mean every serious agent in the FBI thinks that is what happened.
A. That’s right. I was the possum of Papillon and it went on so long I virtually became the role and that was important to finding evidence and trying to stop them.
Cornell West is knowingly in the role of Rasputin, pawing up the lead women, making a case for poisoning young poets who got into race trouble that he can exploit, but his real colleagues are David Duke and George Bush. McDermott is just running this off-off Congressional Record Broadway where the courtesy of a blacklisted victim of living hell and soul murder, death row torture and sadism, can try (heh heh heh) to make someone care. They aren’t about to say, “Everyone knew Jimmy was being sarcastic” they are going to say, we feel we have the right to take you hostage to that carrot comment.
They look at it as a boondoggle, a Death Row Jethro Clampett who will be killed immediately if he gets award for gross successive eras of genuinely depraved, organized victimization.
I was picked off by Yoko Ono as a utility. Foreign money selling a new army of Kolors practicing extermination for the good of the future. As a symbol of the America that was white, liberal, hopeful, helpful, fair, they just tortured me, and held me up, “Blush Blush, mom and dad” here is your sonJames. Blush blush.” It was all premeditated symbolism. People from Butcher Singer Bank and such allied to Bob Dole.
It follows Tom Gordon’s principle of humiliating a whole category of people using one example excessively. They will be so desperate to distance themselves from me that they will fall in with the occupation.
The neuroplasm provided a broken lense to refract and literally poop their slanders into my comatonic, hostage, semi-frozen shut child trauma psyche and make it all appear “psychologically consistent” by extrusion.
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 09:18 AM
Q. What is it you want most?
A. If you look at the facts, The Story of the Bird, by Reagan and Burstyn, was the schoolbook that was Greeked out by Klan/Roman Athens in Dallas during the day that Hitler’s revenge began. The officer J.D. Tippit was a reference to Pitt where the schoolbook guy from Bush’s ship was sent. Ringo Starr, whose agent relationship with the British foreign legion can be found in the scrapbook of the San Jacinto on which dad served with Bush, was in on the AIDS plan, he put that little business about, “Tip it, tip it” in Yellow Submarine. Lord, the rub it in your faces people have been around a long, long time, haven’t they? I’m also the reason for James in Oswald’s middle name Army I.D. Alek James Hidell.
Accordingly, I think Dallas Courthouse should be notified and they should stop the crucifixion of Jimmy. I think they should demand that King County provide Protection From Abuse by Ringo Starr, Yoko Ono, Robert Fripp and Midori Goto. Twenty years after she attacked me and Jeannie, her faction still prance around braying that I will be bribed. Hitler will overcome someday. Deep in their hearts, they do believe, Adolf Hitler will be forgiven by me someday.
It’s an ugly, ugly story. I can’t imagine why people who practice civics in Seattle would want this rubber stamped on their eternal resume. It just goes to show you want hateful people the African American segments who made advances on the basis of really inspiring and soulful thinking are. They were just using fine words. It’s one thing to get ahead and another to just bitterly, bitterly lie and commit atrocity. On that level I’m completely out, I’ve broken faith with the Rainbow Coalition. They’d be glad to have the V.A. give me a Chick Kirshner banana.
Black people have to show they can take care and have compassion for white people. If they cannot do that, I don’t think social progress is all that advisable. I mean, the point, in principle, was to have a society where people were able to professionally put aside race and care about each other on the root level of being entrusted with interaction without regard to race. Personal, not to say necessarily intimate, but professional interaction.
Black people can’t do that. They are sexually violent haters and make no secret of it. The Pussyball War was all stoked up by Colin Powell and Obama. The rape of deaf Jeannie was Black veteran service craft to Ronald Reagan. He took out Kennedy, true. He killed King, true. He released AIDS, true, but he made it real for them with power and pussy. He gave them a deaf suck to immolate in the furnace.
Now we are all Bigger Thomas.
Q. Is there a moral to the strange and terrible case of James MacRyland Crary for your hometown of Pittsburgh?
A. If you mean for what is left of genuine enthusiasm in the Civil Rights Movement of Pennsylvania, the moral is that the system, the establishment, Board of Trustees in their large public university, need to cultivate better, healthier viewpoints about their gifted, idealistic students, not attack them and destroy them to make cynical points. Keep military veterans hands off while encouraging them to study the military/as opposed to being studied destructively by the unwarranted destructiveness of the invasive offices, some of which should obviously be investigated and closed.
I'd like to see the schools encourage the dreamers to become more idealistic, not poisoning them with cynicism or leading them to fringe, barbaric, guerrilla intellectuals, just out of spite. Idealism affirmative or, but not blinded by race. Not destroy them the way that was done to me. Then maybe someone fine will come along capable of inspiring a multi-economic coalition capable of addressing our landscape and place in the world, with the desperately touching gestures so needed.
Find an American soul child. Don't do this again.
Q. Do you have a message for somebody who might feel badly about what was/is being done to you?
A. Yes. Kindly, just keep the fuck away from me. Why can't you just leave someone who hates you alone?
rakugo: Defsukke! I am with Havel! We will have you! Have you and have you and have you!
eggnog (begins weeping).
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 09:54 AM
q. thi an english rabid continue use sister as human shield death threat on children, tell, obey, why not attack own famiy?
A. Under law, it would not be believed. Second, I have made my presentation about mind control, the body snatcher wave of the 50's that used my sister, Linda Gilooly and Nancy Reagan. Third, it wouldn't do any good. Public health money isn't secured this way, you don't just latch onto a person, transfer blame and suck on them.
Peter Gabriel is a mass murderer who cleverly schemed up a persecution trick.
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 12:12 PM
Q. So Obama is one of these four faces of Eve who has this heavy petting scene going with the Ku Klux Klan and then, in loveslave guilt heavy turns of the brain, he begins projecting on their mutual victim?
A. Who said that? Is there a doctor in the house?
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 12:42 PM
Q. When Obama brutally tortures a white who has been brutally tortured by a klansman, how many victims are there?
A. One: Obama and only Obama.
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 12:46 PM
Want to see a pretty cool picture of my favorite band?
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 12:50 PM
This is a scene I would see everyday leaving home at the time I lived at the house where the letters came. It is an image taken more or less from the front of that that house, looking across the street.
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 12:52 PM
Not exactly the scene you would expect as the setting for such a tragedy.
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 12:56 PM
I was gassed, tripping, battered, horribly traumatized, in a garage on Snively street (an alley in Pittsburgh).
Point of interest: http://www.google.com/images?um=1&hl=en&tbs=isch%3A1&sa=1&q=emmeline+snively&aq=f&aqi=g10&aql=&oq=&gs_rfai=
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 12:57 PM
Also spracht Sasputin http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&tbs=isch%3A1&sa=1&q=emmeline+snively+beatles&aq=f&aqi=&aql=&oq=&gs_rfai=
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 12:58 PM
Q. What purpose did it serve to say that the men who tortured you were your friends?
A. The same purpose as saying the men who killed JFK are our leaders.
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 01:01 PM
Q. When they rape you into a condition where you no longer are willing to serve their political correctness scene, they then can escalate by saying you are backsliding?
A. If I tortured someone long enough and viciously enough, too, they would eventually hate me and I could point the finger and say, "See?"
Sure.
Anyone into their game who likes doing such things will side with them, but I think the case is pretty clear.
Obama was NOT going to stop molesting me, until I hated him, because he had already come to power on that lie.
Now I do, and he can say, "So there, told you."
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 01:03 PM
Leslie Katz and Barack Obama are an unprincipled partnership put together by Peter Gabriel in defense of Gail Burstyn. Aaron Dixon is just a viper who preys on the weak and helpless through terror hate crimes and stalking.
That's all any of this means.
People should give me credit for what I proved and stop pretending like I was responsible for all of it.
They won't, though, as Caissa Douwes once said, "People who think then have to take action, they never will."
It's a lot easier to mind rape and humiliate two deaf strangers. Reagan will love you, lovey dove you.
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 01:04 PM
rakugo: Defsukke! It is not too late. FORGEEV and Hitler's princess will show you love and affection. KOWTOW!
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 01:05 PM
rakuzl: Aw, Pittsburgh's disillusio'd defsukke, all these years I thought you really meant it, myuh! Really meant it, myuh! MYUH!
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 01:06 PM
rakugo: Defsukke! FORGEEV! The Gay people want their snake oil tonic, forgeev and you will be unto number one, too, KOWTOW! KOWTOW!
Ich all der wheel!
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 01:10 PM
Dr. VaulxKuzl: Uhn, uhn, uhn, I think, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, defsukke's, uhn, uhn, hate therapy backsliding problem is uhn, uhn, uhn, a lot more uhn, significant that him being tortured and AIDS being manmade, uhn, uhn.
Callin' Paul: Indubitably, danger to himself.
Version : Ugly Chinatown Rumors
eggnog
December 17th, 2010, 05:10 PM
Q. Knowing what you do about the immoral way that adults and kids who are bigoted start spreading dirty stories about the Chinese, why do you add to it?
A. First, I'm no fan of ugly rumors, but I have been shockingly so subject by the Chinese in Pittsburgh and Chinatown Seattle are very determined to maintain a pride of distance about that affair, despite the fact that I have proven my case.
So, if the Chinatown Authorities want to clear the air, the best way to do it is come clean: Who are they taking their watchword and signals from? People who profess to be very sympathetic to me, cue me to a license of pre-possession from murderers like Robert Fripp who tortured me. It has gotten so that is no better than David Cohen.
Meanwhile Hancor and Palin play dirty by deliberately mispelling my text through cyber-intimidation.
The aggressor lobby used unlawful punishment of catastrophic inflation, like the leer that JFK was romantically inclined and that Marilyn and he were lovers, to advance prurient, fraudulent pretexts that became a slurmeister orchestra during AIDS. Fripp's partner Peter Sinfield assassinated a whole generation playing that ugly, ugly fiddle, so did Christopher Hitchens, a retard outside the shower room yelling, "Woo! Woo!"
Christopher Hitchens is FOREIGN, like one of those bandit Mexicans in Arizona who grabs a kid by the throat outside church enflaming everybody's hysteria. He is capable of absolutely nothing but evil.
Now, after the aggressor lobby and their colluders, most offensively the an English rabid, used unlawful punishment, on libelous pretexts, they now want to justify enforcing, in secret, by hate crimes visited on the innocent, more unlawful punishment this time devoid of even a pretext, while running in the gutter with murderers. This is a tragic dereliction of power, but less surprising when you realize that Japanese Medievalry killed John Lennon.
The shield of labor came into vogue as a militia despotism in this entire terror hate crime beginning in gradeschool. Rubbish English have bribed my homies into sullen, silent, professional currency of confederacy with the sick illusion of victim infallibility promoted by Sean Strub and Ron Reagan.
Secretly loyal? Like Mikhail Bulgakov who tried to escape Stalin, right? And the Faithful Souls who prefered to be slaves. Ringo Starr took the viperous role of Saruman so he could keep kicking me in afflicted internal injuries, forcing me to either live doubled over in pain and humiliation, or lash out at him, as he richly deserves, with a machete. Sidekick stalking by child rapists.
People are NOT a collective consciousness. People are individual. Peter Gabriel's theories are void and about as infallible as the daydreams of glue. He's just leading us to catastrophe, sullen, subconsciously, and without the slightest remorse for the ascendancy of the guilty at the expense of the weak and helpless.
Iran-Contra didn't get us anywhere, because it was, at root, an advertisement and sales pitch for David Bowie, bosom friend of Oliver North. Now no one will laugh at him and say he's a fairy. "I have a weasel for you that all of you love," smirked Colin Powell as Robert Fripp jumped out of his penguin rabbit cowboy top hat. The cost to human dignity: Reagan didn't know, parroted the King.
Trauma as a child...obviously...led to a major downgrade in my judgement about things loyalty. Those cowardly anti-heroes.
British Government is the guilty party. I did not, for one, vote for Reagan. He wasn't a King, he was an elected official, subject to laws, which the an English rabid resented. They have abused our country so viciously and so shamelessly there is nothing like it in our history, and they've created a world alliance to refract that fact as damage control. Do they at least blame Dan Quayle? Fuck no. He might have an Operation: Rescue bomb to say about it. They blame Jeannie Tamburro. Vaclav Havel has had her. Had her and had her and had her.
911 was friendly fire, comes Gabriel's soothsaying, cowardly bray. Meanwhile, Mt. Desert Island was a scared straight program! Myuh! Was AIDS, also, a scared straight program, like 911? And QueerSeattle supports all of this hissing from the Norman Bates of WOMAD? Anyone can see why Oliver Stone made the film JFK ~ to landstake the dialogue and prevent real inquiry. This lawless, irrational, punk, offensive ingenuity, has kept Gail Burstyn at large. They're afraid to charge her so they're going to let her get away, and to make themselves feel better here come some kids to blow away at The Blue House on Gabriel's Big Night of Cowhooves Gnawing. Amanda Harcourt feels better. Oliver North offers her a reassuring hug and soothing noises.
American labor, the whole multicultural mafia scene, is sexual bribery by the weapon of starvation. It's time we made that fact an issue the way segregation once was. The cowardice of Robert Fripp stuns me. Nothing could have prepared me for it. Having Aaron Dixon attack Mac Crary was classic Mellon. Give duh big fish a small fry to ruin and add to his strut. Paul McCartney is so base of a human being that even saying his name is like driving a Lincoln Continental into somebody's living room while the kids are playing hotwheels on the floor: Tacky, tasteless and utterly vile.
Version : The Ballad of Meese and Goto
eggnog
December 18th, 2010, 11:25 AM
The Ballad of Meese and Goto
Talk about me/I'll talk about you
Reagan didn't know and you was on glue
with Casper, the friendly ghost
Caspar, the white lion is the one.
When the time came
to cry and warn
Peter Gabriel laughed himself sick.
Let Word Go Forth: a deaf suck had sex.
It's a worldwide grievance
'spect Yousou N'dour just 'bout bound to get even.
Let's make our stand
in the outer stratosphere
(that's The Promised Land).
Muhammed Ali is going to save us!
He is as one with Skrewdriver
and Skinhead Army.
All the bigots must know.
There's a Tower of Power
named Evan Knauer
Pier Djiejerian Pier One Exporter of a higher brand of racial integratio
endorsed by Sharon and Patrick Henry.
Hut one, hut two
it's the story of the bird
she found her morality in Uganda, finder's keepers
and left heart somewhere in San Francisco
(can't find it, can't find it).
She must have Jim Queerball as Property! Property!
but too many people started screaming.
Let's try this one, she conspirited,
see the deaf chinky at queerbait's side?
"good things come in small packages".
Sarah Palin's for Caspar, too.
The Calvary came on 911
because Reagan didn't know.
Sean Strub to the rescue.
APOLOGY!
The worst of all worlds
is the best of all worlds
because Reagan didn't know.
God Authority and Kaufmanns are exonerated.
On your knees to the Blue Oyster Crimson King.
There's many a sale to made
PROPERTY! PROPERTY!
from someone Patricia Real Estate.
Auctionary systems
for what it's worth.
If'n n'you try to get well
n'your gonna get worse.
Instead of helping out
we'll poison your bowels
how you gonna play
in a rock band now deaf suck?
Raping deaf Jeannie ain't slick
compared to my kaposi sarcoma
so if there's gonna be a walrus, boy
we gonna have it decided
in a Queerbasque Roman Coliseum
if you don't like dem Apples
come and see him
the big gig man
of boobies and golden arches
Yes, it's Ronnie for Ian MacDonald
at the Dakota.
Lennon's memory
is not that of a man
it must be all!~all encompassing
the memory of peace in the human race:
therefore the walrus of hate that hate produced.
Hate as absolute glory.
That alone shall do as tribute.
Kowtow!
War shall be his glory.
:!: straight will be my epitaph.
The war, the war,
the war against the poor.
The war against Iran
the war against deaf Jeannie.
PROPERTY!
Because Reagan didn't know
Ye-Haw!~
But if 'n'you say arrest those men
they started AIDS
you know not what you do.
It already happened deaf suck,
all of it,
especially the hanky-pank.
That's what we think
of your lofty gobshite dogeyes.
You inspire Prince Edward (heh, heh, heh)
to kill and kill again.
As they tied her at lost
to America's stake in human rights
she was aloft, alight
with beatude.
All fell to their knees
inveighling with kowtows.
eggnog
December 18th, 2010, 11:26 AM
The Ballad of Meese and Goto
Talk about me/I'll talk about you
Reagan didn't know and you was on glue
with Casper, the friendly ghost
Caspar, the white lion is the one.
When the time came
to cry and warn
Peter Gabriel laughed himself sick.
Let Word Go Forth: a deaf suck had sex.
It's a worldwide grievance
'spect Yousou N'dour just 'bout bound to get even.
Let's make our stand
in the outer stratosphere
(that's The Promised Land).
Muhammed Ali is going to save us!
He is as one with Skrewdriver
and Skinhead Army.
All the bigots must know.
There's a Tower of Power
named Evan Knauer
Pier Djiejerian Pier One Exporter of a higher brand of racial integratio
endorsed by Sharon and Patrick Henry.
Hut one, hut two
it's the story of the bird
she found her morality in Uganda, finder's keepers
and left heart somewhere in San Francisco
(can't find it, can't find it).
She must have Jim Queerball as Property! Property!
but too many people started screaming.
Let's try this one, she conspirited,
see the deaf chinky at queerbait's side?
"good things come in small packages".
Sarah Palin's for Caspar, too.
The Calvary came on 911
because Reagan didn't know.
Sean Strub to the rescue.
APOLOGY!
The worst of all worlds
is the best of all worlds
because Reagan didn't know.
God Authority and Kaufmanns are exonerated.
On your knees to the Blue Oyster Crimson King.
There's many a sale to made
PROPERTY! PROPERTY!
from someone Patricia Real Estate.
Auctionary systems
for what it's worth.
If'n n'you try to get well
n'your gonna get worse.
Instead of helping out
we'll poison your bowels
how you gonna play
in a rock band now deaf suck?
Raping deaf Jeannie ain't slick
compared to my kaposi sarcoma
so if there's gonna be a walrus, boy
we gonna have it decided
in a Queerbasque Roman Coliseum
if you don't like dem Apples
come and see him
the big gig man
of boobies and golden arches
Yes, it's Ronnie for Ian MacDonald
at the Dakota.
Lennon's memory
is not that of a man
it must be all!~all encompassing
the memory of peace in the human race:
therefore the walrus of hate that hate produced.
Hate as absolute glory.
That alone shall do as tribute.
Kowtow!
War shall be his glory.
:!: straight will be my epitaph.
The war, the war,
the war against the poor.
The war against Iran
the war against deaf Jeannie.
PROPERTY!
Because Reagan didn't know
Ye-Haw!~
But if 'n'you say arrest those men
they started AIDS
you know not what you do.
It already happened deaf suck,
all of it,
especially the hanky-pank.
That's what we think
of your lofty gobshite dogeyes.
You inspire Prince Edward (heh, heh, heh)
to kill and kill again.
As they tied her at lost
to America's stake in human rights
she was aloft, alight
with beatude.
All fell to their knees
inveighling with kowtows.
eggnog
December 18th, 2010, 11:27 AM
The Ballad of Meese and Goto
Talk about me/I'll talk about you
Reagan didn't know and you was on glue
with Casper, the friendly ghost
Caspar, the white lion is the one.
When the time came
to cry and warn
Peter Gabriel laughed himself sick.
Let Word Go Forth: a deaf suck had sex.
It's a worldwide grievance
'spect Yousou N'dour just 'bout bound to get even.
Let's make our stand
in the outer stratosphere
(that's The Promised Land).
Muhammed Ali is going to save us!
He is as one with Skrewdriver
and Skinhead Army.
All the bigots must know.
There's a Tower of Power
named Evan Knauer
Pier Djiejerian Pier One Exporter of a higher brand of racial integratio
endorsed by Sharon and Patrick Henry.
Hut one, hut two
it's the story of the bird
she found her morality in Uganda, finder's keepers
and left heart somewhere in San Francisco
(can't find it, can't find it).
She must have Jim Queerball as Property! Property!
but too many people started screaming.
Let's try this one, she conspirited,
see the deaf chinky at queerbait's side?
"good things come in small packages".
Sarah Palin's for Caspar, too.
The Calvary came on 911
because Reagan didn't know.
Sean Strub to the rescue.
APOLOGY!
The worst of all worlds
is the best of all worlds
because Reagan didn't know.
God Authority and Kaufmanns are exonerated.
On your knees to the Blue Oyster Crimson King.
There's many a sale to made
PROPERTY! PROPERTY!
from someone Patricia Real Estate.
Auctionary systems
for what it's worth.
If'n n'you try to get well
n'your gonna get worse.
Instead of helping out
we'll poison your bowels
how you gonna play
in a rock band now deaf suck?
Raping deaf Jeannie ain't slick
compared to my kaposi sarcoma
so if there's gonna be a walrus, boy
we gonna have it decided
in a Queerbasque Roman Coliseum
if you don't like dem Apples
come and see him
the big gig man
of boobies and golden arches
Yes, it's Ronnie for Ian MacDonald
at the Dakota.
Lennon's memory
is not that of a man
it must be all!~all encompassing
the memory of peace in the human race:
therefore the walrus of hate that hate produced.
Hate as absolute glory.
That alone shall do as tribute.
Kowtow!
War shall be his glory.
:!: straight will be my epitaph.
The war, the war,
the war against the poor.
The war against Iran
the war against deaf Jeannie.
PROPERTY!
Because Reagan didn't know
Ye-Haw!~
But if 'n'you say arrest those men
they started AIDS
you know not what you do.
It already happened deaf suck,
all of it,
especially the hanky-pank.
That's what we think
of your lofty gobshite dogeyes.
You inspire Prince Edward (heh, heh, heh)
to kill and kill again.
As they tied her at lost
to America's stake in human rights
she was aloft, alight
with beatude.
All fell to their knees
inveighling with kowtows.
eggnog
December 18th, 2010, 11:28 AM
The Ballad of Meese and Goto
Talk about me/I'll talk about you
Reagan didn't know and you was on glue
with Casper, the friendly ghost
Caspar, the white lion is the one.
When the time came
to cry and warn
Peter Gabriel laughed himself sick.
Let Word Go Forth: a deaf suck had sex.
It's a worldwide grievance
'spect Yousou N'dour just 'bout bound to get even.
Let's make our stand
in the outer stratosphere
(that's The Promised Land).
Muhammed Ali is going to save us!
He is as one with Skrewdriver
and Skinhead Army.
All the bigots must know.
There's a Tower of Power
named Evan Knauer
Pier Djiejerian Pier One Exporter of a higher brand of racial integratio
endorsed by Sharon and Patrick Henry.
Hut one, hut two
it's the story of the bird
she found her morality in Uganda, finder's keepers
and left heart somewhere in San Francisco
(can't find it, can't find it).
She must have Jim Queerball as Property! Property!
but too many people started screaming.
Let's try this one, she conspirited,
see the deaf chinky at queerbait's side?
"good things come in small packages".
Sarah Palin's for Caspar, too.
The Calvary came on 911
because Reagan didn't know.
Sean Strub to the rescue.
APOLOGY!
The worst of all worlds
is the best of all worlds
because Reagan didn't know.
God Authority and Kaufmanns are exonerated.
On your knees to the Blue Oyster Crimson King.
There's many a sale to made
PROPERTY! PROPERTY!
from someone Patricia Real Estate.
Auctionary systems
for what it's worth.
If'n n'you try to get well
n'your gonna get worse.
Instead of helping out
we'll poison your bowels
how you gonna play
in a rock band now deaf suck?
Raping deaf Jeannie ain't slick
compared to my kaposi sarcoma
so if there's gonna be a walrus, boy
we gonna have it decided
in a Queerbasque Roman Coliseum
if you don't like dem Apples
come and see him
the big gig man
of boobies and golden arches
Yes, it's Ronnie for Ian MacDonald
at the Dakota.
Lennon's memory
is not that of a man
it must be all!~all encompassing
the memory of peace in the human race:
therefore the walrus of hate that hate produced.
Hate as absolute glory.
That alone shall do as tribute.
Kowtow!
War shall be his glory.
:!: straight will be my epitaph.
The war, the war,
the war against the poor.
The war against Iran
the war against deaf Jeannie.
PROPERTY!
Because Reagan didn't know
Ye-Haw!~
But if 'n'you say arrest those men
they started AIDS
you know not what you do.
It already happened deaf suck,
all of it,
especially the hanky-pank.
That's what we think
of your lofty gobshite dogeyes.
You inspire Prince Edward (heh, heh, heh)
to kill and kill again.
As they tied her at lost
to America's stake in human rights
she was aloft, alight
with beatude.
All fell to their knees
inveighling with kowtows.
Version : Reagan's Saint Louis
eggnog
December 18th, 2010, 01:54 PM
reprinted without permission from the Stltoday.com forums page
The titillators responsible for the cowardly, cowardly, cowardly lies spread about how I was kidnapped and tortured as a child are from a devious corporation. The trick that was played on Jimmy Crary of St. Louis is being played on the entire United States. Stop shooting yourselves and face what happened.
You sit around braying about the old-fashioned Christian Midwest and then appoint Larry Flynt to brutally, brutally torture and rape two deaf people trying to excape an extermination center.
May I ask you again, in all due respect, what the --- is wrong with you?
It seems to me you enjoy being lied to and it is so convenient to you that you don't care what happens as a result. Having exposed Sean Strub for what he was, witnessed through an ultra-corporate college whose Drama Department sported super-criminal rightwingers who dressed up and make-pretended being gay in order to incite, manipulate and deter understanding, while cultivating precious hypocrisy; and while after far too much uninvited experience of "dia" Galas, I'm not inclined to take Yoko Ono at face value.
Barrack Obama is the last man on earth I would listen to or whose intelligence I would trust about what really has gone on. He is a magnificent token from HitlerReagan's machine. When Arnold Schwarzenegger finally gets his place in the Nuclear Rome the enemy within in Hitler's revenge will at last be unmasked.
As for the woman in question, she was goin' "uhn."
The University of Pittsburgh for years advertised its attack on and its scorn for any sort of idea that a conscientious military which will stand up only for what is right can exist at all. They made a laughingstock of me by brutally, brutally torturing me as a vicious sexual effigy to incite recreational sadism in the English, but the real laughingstock was you. They made a pathetic and piteous laughingstock of St. Louis by brutally, brutally torturing one of your children and getting you to cheer the violent pedophiles responsible.
That is now Washington University History in more ways than one. A city who has turned that red should change their name to St. Clinton.
When Arnold Schwarzenegger and Ringo Starr projected their failings on me, they used Rosine Monteleone, a "the bomb" people say, who I was in love with and engaged to be married to. She was a ruse from Ruzyne, where Vaclav Havel, in the droll stages of senility, tried to keep from the Czech Republic's children that he sold them out to Hitler's revenge. HitlerReagan engineered a cover story that my fiance was a virgin, as if I cared or knew. This reflected Ringo Starr's psychopathic dibs on Midori Goto, and Schwarzenegger's demand for and receipt of a Kennedy Bride in Tribute to Hitler's slaughter, just as my mother was taken on by John Luke 16 of that Reagan union gang from 444 hostage days and 4 X 4 JIMMY.
I have taken on the world and lost. By contrast you took on a helpless child blindside and won.
Aren't you just fab?
eggnog
December 18th, 2010, 03:49 PM
http://la.indymedia.org/news/2005/09/136037.php
eggnog
December 18th, 2010, 03:50 PM
My email has changed: deaftears@yahoo.com
Version : Jimmy and the Calicos
eggnog
December 19th, 2010, 12:04 PM
If one were to believe the womanly and gentrified Limbaughism of Lewis Lapham, America’s lost desire for responsible journalism is nothing but a wish for kings. HARPERS Magazine is so mentally ill that they believe the rape of a deaf girl is the answer to all the wickedness in Spike ole Lee’s unrequited gangstuh anima.
Once the Obama revolution is run out and uprooted (only the innocent, never the guilty) which will require digging out the rainbow of death and disentangling its tendrils from the rainbow of life, the question that will rest upon the shoulders of future midwesterners is whether the American newspaper establishment behaved so badly because they preferred to prejudice against a favored son in whom they claimed to be disappointed, or because they were so ashamed of themselves and jealous of my stand. What I will not forgive is that on top of the terrible injuries I had endured, exposure to flourocarbons, beatings, nerve toxins in childhood, they chose to torture me again. Indeed, the online HIV Auto-Report was written before the heart poison. But of all the injuries that Outhouse (Sen. Thos. Harkin) inflicted on top of horror in unspeakable government sadism, it is the cataracts which grate on my nerves most.
The HitlerEnglish rabid, raping deaf Jeannie, claims it was only defending itself. Footnote: from someone who knew nothing about the plot to kill Lennon and would never have tolerated it. The nature of the HitlerEnglish stuns, even now, many decades into abomination.
There has been progress in the case. Arnold Schwarzenegger endorsed Will Zell Broome in the name of Arnold Katz and is, I suspect, prepared to swear to it before the law. Therefore, we either pretend we don’t know what that means, and tie America’s name forever to Adolf Hitler’s resurrection, or we balk.
To my eternal credit I never made an issue of Monica Lewinsky, however, one can easily imagine the disjointed mind of an Executive weird’n spilling seed down her chinny chin chin, huffing and puffing and blowing deaf Jeannie’s house in. In Pittsburgh, and in The New Republic magazine, they called this, “the nature of reality.” I’m to be forgiven if, at the tender age of 15, I would ponder this expression, reading Michael Kinsley and his kibbutz for hours every month on my sofa, as my other old, devoted kitty cat lay at my side in a calico purr, I didn’t have the knack for feeling what wuzzup. Instead, I thought of The New Republic as my sword of fire, daring the world to touch us, who would find freedom in death.
If there is any quality of character, any feeling of entity, that would qualify and illuminate what my life meant at age 15, it would have to have been sentimental rapture in and love for the Jewish Community. I thought, at that age, we had taken asylum somewhere that the sorrows of the world were mourned.
If I were absolutely forced to express some sentiment of brotherly love for Pittsburgh, I would only be able to muster SAVE THE CHILDREN. Save them from Santorum and save them from Chuck Watts. Save them from Pittsburgh.
In an attempt to bring myself together for the troubling confrontation ahead, I tried to think of fond memories of Pittsburgh. There are a few. Daddy would pick me up and take me to the house of a colleague he shouldn’t have trusted, and we would have great times watching football, playing Rook, bridge, which I learned well enough to play autobridge alone on that same sofa for hours; we would shoot pool, and play poker, I wasn’t hard of hearing yet. We would watch those football games and I would cheer my favorite team: the Dallas Cowboys. I was shy and quiet. I wonder if daddy thought I was really there.
My grandfather drove all the way from St. Louis to watch the lunar landings with me at his side. On his next visit, I hesitatingly asked him to listen to a song that was by my once favorite band, and he told me that Song of the Gulls sounded like Mahler.
I remember one night at the Bacchus fountain outside Fine Arts after Pitt News closed one evening as I sat hugging and being hugged by our secretary, my then dear friend, Mickey Wilson.
When I was little, mother came in with the mail and ran in a nervous state of tears to the bathroom. After a long silence she screamed in joy, “Jim! I got the house!!!”
The house we moved into didn’t have a door on my bedroom so mother went to Sears for a collapsible sliding door. It reached the floor, but Patsche, my determined cat, found that she could force her way under and from time to time her paws, then her frightened head would squeeze under. She would meow in pain and gather up some strength then struggle all the way through to come keep me warm. Laura used to stand her up on her hind legs like King Kong and call her, “Big bully puncher.” (She killed my garter snake which I named, “Greg”).
One day a motorcycle policeman was doing a speed trap across the street. I put my speakers in the window and blasted: Eleanor Rigby.
Coming home from school one day there were two envelopes from the application office for the Governor’s School, the one from music paper thin, the fat one from poetry.
At the age of eighteen David Meieren called me, “the man who can’t say no.” I went home in tears and came back in a few days to tell him, “Until today I don’t think I ever audiated the word: I. It was a terrible wound, cloud of phobia, all shrunken with amnesia. Soon after I went to Mellon Park with visiting govvies and took a picture of myself high up in the statuary. All of those marvelous photos of Governor’s School kids, taken by us all with the camera stolen at Temple/Ambler, my OM-1, bought with the bonds my grandfather and grandmother saved by unbelievable diligence, were lost when Outhouse Harkin raided and destroyed my life’s work, seven boxes of hope, by raping me in a neuroplasm and calling trauma from torture proof of date rape.
Again, let us not carry on long and hard about the an English.
Meieren was also with me the mother of a night I was arrested for armed robbery. I must admit that the interrogation delighted me. I remember the old Miss Marples, clapping their hands, “Oh, we’re going to be accused of a crime! Hurray!” One laughs being that innocent, but then one reads of the screams of Black men sent to prison by Magistrate Shelley Burstyn, Allegheny County residents betrayed by Yousou N’dour, and of the death of Christian Robinson in the leering wake of Dennis Brutus, and shudders. It wasn’t funny being there, but one can only laugh.
During a gorgeous snowstorm, while she was shoveling her driveway, I crept up above her and tossed my glove where she could see it causing Jeannie a great deal of consternation, surprise and mirth. Two days later, to get revenge, she asked me to order a pizza and then laughed from her window and refused to come down and let me in. I ate to warm up and walked home to fight another day. We talked about that with everyone for days and days. I’m sure if I tossed a glove before her today, she would cry. I know I would.
The snow was deep one Winter night and came so suddenly that I ran through the streets all night pushing cars. Then on the way home I looked up and saw a breath-taking image, four in the morning, of streetlight through a massively icicled tree. I stared. Even with my semi-averted, broken eyes, suffering comatonic amnesia still for all those years, I reckonized the greatest artisan. Even now, in nothing but my mind’s eye, the wonder of it is terribly profound.
There’s a lot to write about Pittsburgh, being fifteen, and so on, but I’d rather do it for someone deserving. Take a fucking hint, Midori.
I apologize if my writing seemed to touch on Sinophobia about Chinatown a few nights ago. I have little doubt that the tormentors are present, but I also know that there are thoughtful, lovely people here who want to keep me well and safe, and to teach me what I need to know if, failing that; even some I may mistake at times through my sad, troubled history of being blindsided. Chinatown has made me happier than I ever thought I could be under the circumstances that have been my life.
It’s a far, far better place than Pittsburgh.
eggnog
December 19th, 2010, 12:59 PM
Q. Have you ever made a pass at Li Mei or in any way behaved in a derogatory fashion or insinuated towards her?
A. Absolutely not. I'm never that sort, with any woman. We're all friends.
eggnog
December 19th, 2010, 01:01 PM
Q. Do you think she knows David Cohen or Gail Burstyn?
A. I doubt Cohen, Burstyn, no.
Q. Burstyn was an enemy and you took her for a friend.
A. Reagan was a vicious man. Some of this problem probably traces to Madame Chang. She was a vicious enemy, but, largely due to the spell of The New Republic ... it didn't register.
eggnog
December 19th, 2010, 01:09 PM
Q. Did you say "parasites", Mssr. Chang?
A. I thought you said John Seitz.
Version : Purple Hemlock
eggnog
December 19th, 2010, 12:58 PM
Q. The way the U.S. Government stares at you has been ugly for a long time. How does this affect your relationship with Li Mei at the bakery?
A. I can explain what I think about the situation in Chinatown by educated guesswork.
First, I've known Li Mei three years. She's sweet to me, although I think she looks down on me. She's friendly and controlled. She gives me sweet buns, water and bananas. At the end of the night she smiles at me and is friendly and affectionate. I don't think she would be party to knowingly hurting somebody, especially if she understood the meaning of last man standing and how little Temple Union thugs, who come and go and have this situation staked out, and British Labor care, at all, of hurting innocent people. In fact, Cynthia Lennon takes a particularly special spite in remorseless murder of children.
Chinatown's alliance with Obama is very dicey in that way. So is Gregoire's. The majority of people here realize that Obama's faction was behind the cop-killer, probably even Obama himself. The police remain absolutely loyal to him anyway.
Peter Gabriel Milgram's war game is intended to punish through maximum penalty anyone who does not trust the most screamingly suspicious. The situation also surrounded by father before he died. Several Bethany College professors were being put on their honor to show effusive trust for his killers. What I want you to do, Ralph Tive and his minions were saying, is to give our friend Ry this very unusual elixir that will ... help ... him with his career as a distinguished educator. And these men did everything that they could to make it as conscientiously mysterious sounding and suspicous as they could, and these professors kneel and scraped, we trust you, we trust you, we know you would never hurt Ryland.
I could imagine Li Mei hurting me the same way, not meaning to, not understanding.
This is the super-deviant side of Gabriel's Milgrimism, that he punished those who shun the super-suspicious and Ming Na Wen got this started. She came at me with raging canines in Pittsburgh and if I showed fear, she claimed it was a guilty conscience. That is a form of psychology that George Wallace would have loved in his prime. Then they try to cover this ghoulish nazgullery in stories about my safety. There was a little snipe in the bookstore that came across as: Poison of the Day, for Sex Offenders. Calling a stud being used the way I was, by depradators, a sex offender is very, very debatable.
Talking about Reagan gets up Al Gore's cholic, and he beats his breast covering for the murder of Kennedy, my father, the onslaught of AIDS. Gore is the new Wallace. I told you that Reagan killed JFK. I can prove it with ease. Now, either you want off your belly as a loyal American or you continue with Peter Gabriel.
The problem I get into with Aaron Dixon's name is that while I'm sure there are many people who would appreciate that I'm working the beat he is familiar with, he also adopted Reagan's ruse and the crazed concepts of Mickey Obama. Bush was creating many crises of vague nature, synthesized with the help of Robert Fripp and then acting against the innocent so they could claim I had incited problems hoping people would buy it so that he could resort to violent suppression. This is one of the many ways that Fripp is his partner.
The idea that I was treated improperly because of misbehavior is largely the form of thinking that Ichiro Suzuki would promote who is trying to use baseball and turn it into a militarized zone. The Japanese are very hypocritical in America. They play straight laced. This gives them leverage over the moral high ground that the truly pompous constantly scramble for when justifying atrocity, bailouts and tax cuts. Schizoid persecution of a deaf writer who had long hair because thems our chattel women you let fondle you, pretty boy. The long litany of abuses have had very damaging consequences.
Ringo Starr is at war on The Hippocratic Oath. My family has long been his human shield for negotiating with AIDS gangs out of New York City who can't think through what has happened and who was responsible. It's victim on victim ego games of the sort you would expect from Spike ole Lee. Starr is like an Opium War Generalissimo. Lennon would have been hostile to MK-Ultra and what Midori Goto is doing. They have taken upon themselves a double-o license to kill, claiming to be building solidarity, but, in my opinion, Martha Gellhorn was right. Some groups have to be shunned. Laws are made to restrain the psychotic elements of South Vietnam, the Phillipines, the Mafia, and to keep them under control unless they decide they want to reform. One of the huge jokes in the nazi area of East Liberty where I brutally kidnapped and gassed is that they all say, "We've changed! Hahahahahaha."
The original Charlie Chan, and Charlie Aston took me to Charlie Chan movies as a child, Cabinet of Dr. Calgari was supposed to play with the first run of Night of the Living Dead, and he took me. Chan movies came on after the Living Dead. The original Charlie Chan was Apana Chang. Now we know that Justin Chang was behind the pedophile attack prostitutes hired to slander little Jimmy and escalate blackmail as a race sale, and that the vehicle Obama used, playing all credulous, was named Alpana.
When I learned that the film "Z" was being sold by one of the Hollywood clique who rescued Hitler I came to understand the mindset of Reagan and how easy Yoko Ono's game, the legal ease of it. Midori goes around, oh, I love him in top secret higherness. She just wants the property and the bragging rights. What women will do for Paul McCartney is evil. Rosa Monteleone proved that. They want me dead, and the poisons that have been used (not the recent banana) have been potentially deadly.
Once Queers for Quayle came along and said, "We are the victims," and Seattle fell for it, largely out of ego-rivalry with me, the doom of yellow hemlock from Ming Na Wen was given the authorization of men like Dixon in league with Bush and that blenders in the Geffen Machine into: Obama.
The situation in Chinatown is also a precipice regarding the Stalinist violence of Al Gore. The upshot of this situation, being a place I love and have people I love seeing, is that I have the tools at the Clubhouse and the materials at home, to upload the proof that Reagan started AIDS and that Clinton is a scuzzy liar. I want that picture of that sleazy tyrant in his sumptuary, State Police outfit, blocking the road in THE KILLERS for the diversion of the mail truck. It is also identical with both the simultaneous Japanese film and its route diversion plan, as was the motorcade route diversion in Dealey Plaza. Films of Dealey Plaza, virtual reality films, appear in THE KILLERS being made in tandem with this Japanese film CRUEL GUN STORY, and with luck, by the end of the week you can compare them.
Not that I have many viewers. The situation with Black Unionist is that they adopted Reagan. Dixon's people see me as a potential human siphon. There are lopers in place who just want to grab my art and work. Ringo Starr will eventually kick down my doors demanding his trench museum, accomplished by tortured and murder. The curve on Justin Chang's sale of hate, to de-humanize the humanist, is assured. The sickos at Temple University and British Labor are a quorum led by Rock Stars who rape deaf poets.
All their counter-allegations were sickening lies. Anyone who knew about the armed robbery charges should have said so immediately.
The game is: We'll torture you and if you manage to get some money, we'll let the parasites suck on you. Wallace and Gore and Reagan together fudging the system. Again, a hateful system of rock stars who turned out to be rapists of deaf poets. The hate object system is secure.
It's always been sick and intimate. Cataracts, for example, the science that Gregory Chin ran showed severe nerve damage caused by my having been beaten very severely in childhood. Pittsburgh can no longer deny it, but they aren't going to reckonize it, either, not with such high level social distortion coming from Al Gore. Randy Tantliger poisoned me internally and there is a copycat follow-up and they are like, don't fart at the urinal during baseball game intermission. Peer militarization towards a torture trauma victim.
The problem isn't so much a woman like Li Mei as my family. The U.S. Government has said, "We will take James Crary's life for reporting the truth about Ronald Reagan." I'm not even reaching very many people. My family seems to feel it's okay. They've signed off. He's telling, nobody's listening, go ahead and kill him. We won't complain. Once Seattle teamed up with Zappa to secure victim status for the guilty it became impossible to evalute properly, much less stop them, when the AIDS combine began guerrilla attacks against The Blue House, Shannon Harps, 911 all the rest, underwritten BY FALSE INFORMATION PROVIDED BY CHRISTOPHER HITCHENS. Like a black man kneeled to Li Mei one night when I was walking home. All of those girls are taking cues from Madonna or something. Even up at the Club LaMonte gives me thing about phibar, pronounced fee.
"Clean up you stank," I yelled but when I went in to beat her the smell bewildered my senses. Man that Mika can suck a mean dick and spattered her face with it shamelessly. The suck she gave after my cumshot was a symphony that reached me to the beknighted place. I saw the sweet sisters playing their biwas on the floating bridge. But I didn't forgive the woman, I cursed her." ~ from Yellow Hemlock, the romantic fiction of Eggnog.
Version : King Crimson Campus: Everybody Gets Raped
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 10:28 AM
Death is so sad.
The Key
A thank you
filled with sorrow,
fear
and love.
~ my cat's goodbye meow
Q. So you have discontinued with the bakery. Was it because of Li Mei?
A. No, Andy Meng seems sick of it, I know that I am.
Q. Are you still friends with them?
A. On my end, yes, but they have a communication handicap when it comes to me that probably is official distrust. It doesn't help that I have such conflicted feelings about everything in my life.
Q. One of the young women is dying, isn't she?
A. It's very private for her, but I have learned something. The Japanese have a saying, death has to be held in rein like an intemperate steed. For this buddhist woman, they are very gentle steeds.
Q. Is Chinatown different from Seattle?
A. Yes and no.
Overall, the situation in Seattle is a nightmare, I would say for everybody. It is a sickeningly cold, cowardly place, venomously watchful and hateful. The very fact that a case like mine could be exploited by Capitol Hill, Bell Town and Olympia, rather than halted in outrage, speaks to the facts that the people here are terrified haters, prisoners of the fear that the rest of the country is even worse.
The monster Obama’s strategy is to gear up to connect, through Flynt violent crime, my Section 8 port to Gregory Karl’s persona about me which Labor used to sell a cover up of the AIDS Onslaught information I developed as a campus journalist after resigning my job as a Medical Library Clerk in 1985. They will kill again, that I am certain.
Q. You've said you are a witness, not a politician, but a lot of this activity is politics, true?
A. Campus politics. I went into campus politics. I wanted to know what the fuck Reagan thought he was doing. Here it was, a country I had been told foundationally, as a fact of charter, was not given to terrorizing dissent, and coming from top and through the grapevine were deadly, cowardly threats every which way, many aimed at me, mockingly, and reaching my ear. I realized, charterwise, we can't have that; further the men lost, Kennedy and King, were better than Reagan, who was nothing but an ugly rodent, slick and groomed. So I wanted a tribune on campus, so I asked for, and was granted The Ritual Dissent column at Pitt News.
Q. POTUS vs. a poet?
A. How droll.
The military had already been following me and things got worse. Big guns showed up, hidiles gungs, and then they put out the Alpana bait, which I took, rightly. There's been all this pimping about John Lennon, but that was a subterfuge Oliver Stone thought up to help peddle what Reagan and Bush were doing, and to download the fascism of Al Gore. It's not the angle I believe. What I think really happened is that I got the story out when no one else tried, dared or wanted to. It conflicted with the scenario Stone was developing and I have paid a huge price as number one victim of Queerbasque, a Stone/Strub create.
Vaclav Havel is in fact, reality as a spirit on Planet Earth, second to none, neither Tojo nor Mussolini, in partnership with Adolf Hitler.
Don't be afraid of Richard Starkey
Hitler is a man of love
It's okay to worship Hitler
Hitler is a man of love.
Q. Is that sarcasm?
A. Are you saying you don't know that?
Dr. Rakuzk: It is a genetic imprint from the life force of the deaf suck DNA.
Havel helped Hitler achieve what no one else could, and today, because of Havel, they are singing of Hitler as a man of love, John Lennon one of his princes in disguise. The medium that Havel used were virulent, virulent lies about little Jimmy. When Jeannie got in his way, he raped her. Midori Goto, now that is a name of murder of shame.
Hillary Clinton worked out a feminist Ayn Rand drama, psychodrama George Will called it, because I am very far away, beyond a brutally impacted neuroplasm, and they were going to go drilling for Jimmy oil. That gave HitlerGoto 100% cover for complete, complexnify'd, multi-directional, surrealist, destructive intensive, all-out rampage, on behalf of the guilty, in the name of the innocent, a twist of twisted Cynthia Lennon for which we have suffered no end of cruelty and sadism, not just me, but the entire goddamn name of this insufferable banana republic that tolerates that asinine backwater, the City of Pittsburgh.
It's an adroit, sad and ultimately disposable concept by Hillary, who regards the Islamic world with "off with their heads" and then allies with their most totalitarian members in New York City. That the whole plan was a farce from an Ayn Rand villian like Ellsworth Toohey did not stop Ernie Alleva and the Ayn Rand Club at Carnegie Mellon from regarding it as holy writ, set the tune of David Bowie's alliance with Timothy Barnes and Timothy McVeigh. McVeigh, by the way, worked with Al Gore. You can trace that to Carnegie Mellon through Mark Lieberman, Michelle McVeigh and machine intelligence man, Todd Kaufmann, who knew the role Tami Simon was playing for Dr. Peg Simons of Hypatia and recruited me to speak out in behalf of and then actually hear in D.C. T. Simon Farasani, before Eva Sani showed up, and so on, the endless prattle of Obama. That smirking cop killer dude who looked like Obama was Tami Simon's smirk. Gabriel plays these game of Walrus imagery. It's part of his war.
Don't fool yourself. Peter Gabriel is in the AIDS Combein. He's doing damage control.
If you want to see where Obama stands in all of this, his alliance with the KKK is where to look. Eric Slagle announced, in advance, the murder of Princess Diana in retaliation for John Heinz. The English wouldn't have contact with me. They had agreed to strip me of rights on a bogus REM charge and contacting them meant rape. So there was no way to warn them. This was back when the chemical that messed up O.J. Simpson and very extremely destroyed Jeffrey Dahmer. This is the chemical agent that they tried to Frankenstein me with, the one in my facial nerve, and it is reasonable to be afraid of this Bush/Cyril Wecht nerve agent, it probably led M. Christian Robinson to suicide. Anyway, Slagle, his girlfriend Gerstbrein, when hearing someone was sick, said, "So, I have that." When I got Section 8, they poisoned my heart, Michelle Nelson, as in Mandela, hearing of my SVT said, "So, I have that."
Another note about the nerve agent is that Fundamentalist hypnotists have the behavioral hypnosis of abortion clockered to it. During the most horrid hypnotic seizure I was led to split pea soup in Giant Eagle almost like a vital force suction had drawn me there. Likewise they knew how to impact so much neurotrauma that I would go into convulsive arrest trying to comprehend the letters. A neuroplastic behavioral wall fell. You can only fault me out of ignorance and stupidity. The elite Hitler psychiatric warfare specialists knew that there would be a neuroplastic chasm that I would have to cross to get to the information. The English lopers, Yow Signor and his ilk, played it backwards, they claim, as a union retaliatory war, but that's not what really happened. The AIDS Combein itself is making that claim.
The infamous rigamarand that wrapped around fandango is the same old gobbledegook from coward Fripp, a staged and phony intercept.
The name gaming like Gerstbrein from Burstyn, and the repetition of thematic words: This is Fluxus. Yoko Ono mental abuse and it shows the alliance and its nature. The Black nazis in the union normalizing AIDS because they received power as accomplice. All the cashiers in Seattle were going, "I'm sorry? I'm sorry?" to me, like I had done something terrible in exposing them for covering up and engineering the AIDS Onslaught.
The hardest thing to accept and understand is that mass death and dying was premeditated as a process by HitlerReagan and his allies. A Jonestown Church in Olympia, Maine stands there to the deaf community and says, "If you die right now will you go to heaven? Quick, quick, why not?" It's like, can I think about that for day, fucking assholes? Edelstein and Diamonda Galas both knew what they were driving for: Transfer of blame and incitement of mass rage. A column of AIDS victims to use as their army. Carnegie Mellon and the Community College where I worked had, many coming from Duquense, a wierd, eerie kluk of parochial knivesmen, with eyes on the prize of Midori Goto from birth, in the works at Mellon, through the Society for Creative Anachronism. All Robert Fripp did was usurp the AIDS Foundationalism, where children can be tortured in a gag of higher love.
It's a carnival of anti-heroes.
Q. What about the mind of Ringo Starr?
A. Intestines in a bearded castle, looking for dinner; not exactly a mind, but terrifyingly ingenious.
Q. Are you an elopement risk?
A. Very, very definitely.
I don’t like the idea, with all my medical problems and the State of Washington refusing to give hearing aids to people like me now, the idea of being homeless, especially when the murderer and his attaches, like the cowardly virulent Fripp, a sort of human bubonic bacillus and the viperous squints Tony Levin and Sting boobtrapping anywhere I might elope, oh, okay, baby, we’ll help you, when what I want is for them to keep their sickening, blood-drenched hands off a victim of compound multiple acts of infamy who they betrayed and brutally tortured, murderously gangraped in name and spirit, leaving me destroyed.
There are no words of hatred ill enough to capture their criminal insanity.
Q. So the situation has devolved into a vicious plot by Gregoire’s Administration to attach a persona to a Section 8 Port?
A. Right, for Hollywood purposes by the Occupation. Kiddie-rape Fundamentalism.
Q. The rock industry seems very satisified that they hurt quite terribly someone like you.
A. Stand to reason since I found them out for what they are.
Version : Evidence Room: Update
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 11:30 AM
December 20th, Monday, 11:29, the Evidence Room at The Emerald House Film Project 2011 is currently manufacturing a clip presentation that shows Reagan worked with the Japanese on Hitler's revenge, encrypted semiotically into his show business era.
The clip is twofold, part one from the Plan scene of the film being made simultaneously to the making of The Killers in 1963. It is called Cruel Gun Story. The second part is the identical twin from The Killers. This Cruel Reagan Story needs to be evaluated semiotically by a police unit.
Eggnog Corner will do its share.
Hopefully this clip will be available shortly.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 12:00 PM
JFK's motorcade down Dealey Plaza was mysteriously re-routed to take him through the Grassy Knoll. In the first clip, using the same formulas of Reagan semiotics, the passenger (a metaphor for Lyndon Johnson) has the key. The Gregory Peck lookalike stops the vehicle with a Hitler salute that cuts off the right hand.
Reagan's clip has the signboard marked to: ANGER instead of DANGER, a standard of Reagan semiotic mission, like the RRATHARUS swastika in Desperate Journey.
Fuck you, Harkin:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28z-bv1X-lM
See for yourself.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 12:06 PM
We've gone this road before.
HitlerReagan, doin' the talkin'.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:05 PM
I repeat again that this same precise map of the re-routing of the motorcade through Dallas, into unscheduled Dealey Plaza, appears in both films.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:06 PM
I was three years old when HitlerReagan was already estimating the murder of 120 million people. Sean Lennon will pay for his obfuscations.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:08 PM
Your lies and your war game are a fraud, intended to fulfill a mission for HitlerReagan. You brutally tortured me and raped my girlfriend consuming unbelievable lengths of time on behalf of the assassin group.
You are a fraud and a coward and I call you to the streets if you seek further harm from me or my family, I will kill you first.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:09 PM
Jeannie raping Hitler rabid foreign English
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:11 PM
Q. Those last posts don't seem to be non-violence or in keeping with the thread, what's wrong, Eggnog?
A. Hitler rabid, child molesting Queerbasque is activating their heart poison, needle with HIV injection threats and I'm getting very tired of Yoko Ono and Spike ole Lee.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:12 PM
I'm talking to you Ballard Pimp.
Q. Are you sure Nancy Reagan isn't the issue?
A. By law, Nancy Reagan is a partner in mass murder.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:14 PM
Q. Is there a compromise?
A. Yes, there is. I used to care about Gays and would not have compromised, knowing now that they accomplice in their own self-destruction, I couldn't care less about them.
Just leave me alone and you can have your fait accompli. I'm powerless, but I won't cooperate.
If you give me HIV, I will kill you for it.
I plan to have a lot of children with my homies.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:15 PM
Q. What about the Hitler Rabid Black-o-Haters?
A. The Jeannie-raping, Jimmy molesting King Family.
FUCK YOU MCDERMOTT KOWTOW TO MAC CRARY KOWTOW
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:17 PM
rakugo: Ah, so you agree that HITLERBASQUE has grievance to commence firing. Velly good, Mr. Fripp. We have full grievance to commence firing upon the innocent of the United States.
Pierre Elliott has spoken, either Apology to child raping Hitler English or more pigs shall their maker! ROBERT FRIPP HAS SPOKEN, lie after cowardly, cowardly, cowardly lie.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:18 PM
Eggnog Corner is copyright Mac Crary, 2007-2010 and Steven Arnold Thompson, next of kin.
deaftears@yahoo.com
TTY 206-621-1219
315 Maynard Ave. S. 309
Seattle, WA
98104
I am accusing King County of torture, rape and terrorism.
That is all.
Version : The Velvet Pimp
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 02:24 PM
Vaclav Havel was so busy prissing his name that he let anti-history walk right in and swipe it, just to get sloppy seconds defecating on little Jimmy, a notorious someplace special routineof Pittsburgheser invent; he let Vince Flyrene convince him that Jimmy-bashing was more nasal than coke.
I understand what Ronald Reagan and Al Gore did, they released the AIDS virus and put up front line Ballard Pimps with the word: we will kill you if you try to get through. The line around Midori Goto was built by Midori Goto, and her cries of distress are based on the Star Trek serial about the aliens who could look like Abraham Lincoln and Spock’s Vulcan idol. They would ape the mannerisms, and cry out, “Help me, Spock, Spock, help me, Spock” bewitchingly, hoping to lure Spock to his demise.
I loved John Lennon before his apeshit friends tortured me and raped my girlfriend. Why are the lopers in Seattle so quick to presume guilt when not one woman has a case or ever did? Why are they siding with the assassins? Because of Havel’s little snitty, we GIT to rape Jimmy Creary, he was a sissyfiss.
Saying it was my fault was a complete invention by the English who confederated and protected HitlerReagan. In my book, Vaclav Havel is a very sad story. The only person with anything to say said nothing but lies. Where’s his hemorraghue about the rusty nail a Pittsburgh talk show restaurant put in my grilled cheese sandwich when I five years old? Where’s his psychodrolling about the hemorraghue that nearly killed my mother during the Chicago Demonstrations?
Vaclav Havel is a rabid animal. He just wants to line up for a cumshot on alias Little Boy. Say your prayers, Pink Floyd, because I’m going to send you to your maker. Little, little Roger Waters.
The United States Government cannot afford to take this from the Celebrity Superstate, not from Reagan, not from Waters, not from Ringo Starr. Not from the CIA. We have to retake civilian command and punish the AIDS Combein.
Leslie Katz was not harmed by Jimmy Crary. Hillary Clinton had no right and no grounds to rape Jeannie Tamburro. They are commiting lifelong vivisection against me and on that posse comitatus note, I predict that Christine Gregoire will fall hard.
I told you to stop it and you are going to.
There is going to be no negotiating with terrorists. Arnold Schwarzenegger was a home-wrecker. Since he has that legacy in my life, I see no reason to depict him in any other way towards our national estate.
Yoko Ono authored Two Virgins that is grounds for suspicion enough. There will be no Apology to the riff raff of New York City who confederated under the Black Flag of Adolf Hillary.
You stop it. I am a multiply disabled former library clerk. You get your brain in order and stop playing LORD OF THE FLIES WITH THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT you stupid jackass Barack Obama.
Stop it right now.
Leslie Katz sa~ays, "Whoosh!" Leslie Katz says, "I rubbed clit on your tongue and I'll stick you! I'll stick you!"
Maybe the Jeannie-raping, Hitlerrabid English filth think that I will be brought around to their lurid huckster, but I assure you, King Crimson will fall.
Version : A Prayer for the death of Peter Gabriel.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 05:50 PM
Do you have yourself under control? Do you understand that I was never even accused of a crime? Do you understand that I have been stalked, tortured and brutally victimized by an unprovoked assassin from a lawless foreign government and that I have taken extraordinary measures to secure Protection From Abuse and disenabling of the military war game from Carnegie Mellon into which George Bush illicitly wired me?
Very well, then, Mz. Palin, be prepared to hear me speak my mind.
Arnold Schwarzenegger is a liar, an assailant of helpless schoolchildren, self-appointed beastial beneficiary of Hitler's usurpation; shrewdly allied with a Black survival group long-acclaimed (by themselves) "the talented tenth."
I have explained to you that I am a witness to atrocity and a victim of terrible torture and reprisals. I have explained to you that Hillary Clinton's date rape allegation is a front. I have explained to you that Mellon Financial cult's victim-on-victim parasitism is the AIDS Combein's foreign Hitlerism, maintaining an avenger mystique. I have proved this by profiling the suspect and then placing him at the scene of the crime: Sean Strub.
You have continued to ply their hate crime. I deny wrongdoing. Your reasons are null and void.
The suicide queerfascists are not endowed with the right to take a souvenir to hell. Neither is Hitlerrabid kamikazi Midori Goto.
I have vowed that I will not and have no intention ever of seeking to overcome the tawdry outcome of your bizarre, immoral, toadying and accomplice war game, heaped in the naziism of a cowardly shrew.
The hatred you have bred shall stand forever in the hearts of all who know and love America.
The nature of mental health and the nature of brainwash is as follows: In mental health one looks at a diamond and sees a rare, perhaps beautiful, rock. When one hears the symphony Swan Lake's opening, they are deeply moved. When one is mentally ill, by contrast, one thinks the sound of gunfire and children screaming is exciting as a newlywed carried over her threshold to a suburban home, a rapture of stars and stripes. When one is terribly, terribly mentally disturbed, in contemplating the onerous soul of England they fail to properly smell the manure. The Beatles are foul. They are injust and they are enemies. They have attacked this country in our very soul. If you can't fathom this, practice meditation.
Christine Gregoire has been using me as a human shield, torturing me, on behalf of these filthy, foreign, cowardly assassins, to cover-up the truth about HitlerReagan's Fundamentalist eugenics mass murder and partnership with Imperial toadies like Frank Zappa, Roman Catholic hirelings under instructions to promote an Ark of Colors while playacting Satan. Such antics organized the dialectic into a religious rapture that bypassed our civil due processes and allowed an evil hunt of a deaf poet, ruined and raped, and destroyed, with no probable cause, by headhunters on glue who happen also to be starchy white billionaires. The world ... shall ... be saved from George Bush, and Christine Gregoire will be one of the costs.
I urge anyone reading this who did not know what they were voting for, the tawdry, sick, violence of pussyball, to get on the phone and demand Barack Obama STOP PLAYING LORD OF THE FLIES WITH THE U.S. GOVERNMENT.
I told you ages ago that I'm not going to stand for this mistreatment and I'm not.
Britain is no longer an ally of The United States. For so far as I am concerned we are now at war. Their morons are spies and their statesmen are weaklings, shrouding their trembling in cowardly lies they think mysterian. They have attacked us more viciously than we have ever been attacked before, even at Pearl Harbor, in the name of a deluded, vicious murder monkey named Ringo Starr.
In sum, Mz. Palin, you will halt your attempt to use a bizarre date rape as an excuse for LIFELONG HUMAN VIVISECTION and as a medium to extort by slave torture my Great American Signature on Hitler's fait accompli to which you far too readily added your own disgraceful name.
Peter Gabriel, you have nothing to win. I am going to burn you with the greatest of pleasure, Jeannie-raping foreign Hitler rabid nazi pig.
I will exercise the power of prayer in pursuit of your ruin. I am otherwise approachable and unarmed,
as usual,
Mac Crary
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 05:56 PM
Stop Playing Lord of the Flies With the U.S. Government!
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 05:57 PM
Mac Crary is currently looking for attorney in The People vs. Nancy Reagan.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 05:58 PM
An English is known.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 05:59 PM
Q. You realize the people do not support you, Eggnog, and that cop-killer Peter Gabriel has the U.S. Government firmly in hand with foreign blackmail?
A. The issue really isn't Nancy Reagan, anyway. I'm just fucking with the trumps of their mindfuck machine.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:00 PM
Q. Do you really pray for the death of Peter Gabriel?
A. I'm afraid I would actually find it borish to pray to God for a man's death, given all that God has to do elsewhere, but if Robert Fripp is hanged by the U.S. Supreme Court, I would consider it an Honor to kick the chair.
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:01 PM
Jeannie-raping, cowardly foreign rabid child-molesting HITLER PIG
eggnog
December 20th, 2010, 06:02 PM
Q. You plead total innocence?
A. And for other reasons also refuse Apology.
Version : Chinese Penis Torture
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 11:06 AM
Sound Mental Health, in league with Ringo Starr, University of Washington School of Medicine and the Veteran's Administration have tortured me and are threatening me with further biological warfare, kidney disease and AIDS injection over the murder of John Lennon, a crime in which they participated and about which I knew nothing.
Pursuant to this personal atrocity, they are encouraging rapine and gangwar.
According to Al Gore, if Ronald Reagan really were involved in the murder of JFK the Federal Government would be on my side, but they didn't and so the Federal Government does not regard what Outhouse Harkin claims libelously was a promise not to properly regard the evidence amassed against Reagan as a lie in defense of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, a lie told to Hitler to win time for the victory of Kennedy, a lie by a battered hostage to an armed and dangerous felon. Having voided both what I really said and the true meaning of the situation, having refused to present copy of either that letter or the letter to Leslie Katz that they tried desperately to twist into justification for the AIDS high crime, Gore then struts forward to deny that the Two Virgins Pussyball War Game that was designed in tandem with the AIDS Onslaught is any such thing.
I stopped by the Federal Bureau of Investigation this morning. Had the officer not been so alert and concerned I might point out a little differently that it is situated in the Abraham Lincoln Building on Third (Reich?) Avenue. Hitler always claimed that he came as liberator, that he was doing it for us, that he was Casper, the Friendly Ghost, and thus there is nothing unusual about Reagan's attorney defense team trading me two Hitler stamps in return for a Lincoln twenty the night before they shot James Brady, allowing Reagan, the heapist and ingenue from Hollywood failsafe claim that he, the perpetrator, was the victim, as all the evidence shows, hence the desperation of his partner Ringo Starr, exposed as high accomplice in mass murder.
I also made Seattle Police calls this morning and to Seattle City Council trying to get them to flag the fact that a violent crime of great deranged sadism has turned into a property crime. The U.S. Military and MK-Ultra, working with Ringo Starr in the Lennon Assassination/AIDS Onslaught molested me years ago and to cover it up the hospital refused to treat the extremely painful plasm in my face which hurts night and day, requiring masturbation at home, which turns the pigs into burrows of frenzy. You don't see it all the time, but it's there, a pit of hell in my facial nerve, burned deep and sinister in a pit on Curtis Street in Penn Heills in January of 1975.
As a journalist/poet, entitled to my rights, I have been surrounded by predators like Tom, the video looter of my poetry readings at Bluebird Cafe, and Peter Gabriel, the kiddie-rapist from Amnesty International. Yesterday, they succeeded in changing my personality which was their goal, so this is goodbye, I'm not coming in to see you anymore. I'm just going out in the street to wait now until they pick a fighter. There's going to be a war, maybe not the race riot that Midori Goto sought and craves, but a dirty one. I don't want to embroil you, so I'm not coming in anymore.
The rules of the AIDS Combine have been violated. The victims have no right to self-defense. All acts of destruction against the United States have to be conducted militarily by England and the AIDS Combine, co-authors of the Kennedy Assassination, a fact we have known a long time, since identifying Oswald Moseley and tracing the reasons that James Earl Ray ended up in London.
I am dealing with a cop-killing tagteam who have inflicted unspeakable, unspeeakable sadism on an innocent person.
One of the murdering, cop-killing objectives of Christopher Hitchens was to advance James Kasperowski of the Ku Klux Klan to cover up the fact that Queen Elizabeth colluded in an attempt to initiate AIDS blood mandatory testing in partnership with Hitler and Reagan. In attempts to justify that Ringo Starr and Peter Sinfield set upon and brutally tortured an Irish child in a Jewish neighborhood, they have claimed a "complex myriad of surface details" to quote Amanda Harcourt's partner in crime Gregory Karl. One of their allegations is that FOOD FIGHT dynamics of survival war leads to racism. Do you, however, see the celebrity superstate pushing for equity and re-distribution? You don't and you won't. Service Employee International Union was in fact one of the prime weapons that England used to advance the AIDS Onslaught, as a minimum drain on the overall Superstate System by the viable and colluding working class of the Western World.
One of the quisling wheedle Robert Fripp's slogans is: Never bite the hand that feeds you. Why not, sir, when knowing that the hand that feeds me is committing atrocities in El Salvador? When knowing that Hitler rabid rock stars are rapign retarded girls and calling themselves special agents for Amnesty International in Operation: Pretext Belli?
HAIR was the devil, seeths Muhammed Ali, Repent and rejoice for klansmen will save you with world reknown kiddie-raping Feminazi Japanese! The pussyball warrior Gore yammers that there is a balance of power in Washington, that Democrats have held the reins since Kennedy. SOUTHERN Democrats and not only that a Jimmuh C. JAMES EARL Jimmuh C. I have little doubt the murdering populist Ringo Starr prefers a rabid mobscene to the law. He primes the bias with brainwash and destroys the evidence at will. What Tony Levin wants, Tony Levin gets, Apology by the innocent to the guilty by any means necessary. Kowtow.
King County has a tagteam going in the Mental Health field. ADWAS, a morbid cult of ally with serial predators who claim to be advocates for deaf victims of torture and rape, playing the ancient game of legal stalling using the lure of false hope; Owen Riley, as cold-blooded a Secret Service faceliar as has ever crawled on his belly, Nancy Moore a vicious and predatory mother, Christine Gregoire, who has isolated their victim with a budget that won’t ever provide hearing aids, Carolyn Hale, a pedophile magnate who exploits torture for killer clients by extrusion of victim art, and Harlan White, a murderer from the faggotbasque community, terrorizing with injections that contain everything from LSD to Hepatitis B. Jeannie-raping Owen Riley thinks that Ringo Starr has a point, anyway, so there. Last and least, Ichiro Suzuki, absolutely the man to installation in the post-Crary Armeggedon era, has allure of the graveyard with his Jeannie-raping 911 insult-to-injury therapy routine. Ally of Brian Eno. Somewhat shy on Queerbasque and cop-killing. Smiles like Ty Cobb explaining that I "paid" for every lie he could manufacture.
Peter Gabriel and Barack Obama worked through Pittsburgh labor to chemically sedate me as a very weak child and then used me for serial abortions. This gave them license for Roman Catholic warfare of a new age order, the so-called Blast Furnace Radio, a nightmare of blaring 24 hour voices raping the mind of their subjection destroyed guinea pig.
The United States Government is criminally insane for all the world to see and hereby condemned by all humanity.
That wormy, useless people like Barack Obama and Peter Gabriel have scurried to the top proves this unwholesome pity as thoroughly as continued persecution in defense of HitlerReagan. They care nothing but for their four wheel suburban machine and radical nazi methods of protecting public relations.
Just for example.
I live completely deaf, immisserated by a horrid, writhing steel-like neuroplasm in unspeakable suffering night and day and these sick, absolutely treacherous zombies have stalked me and threatened me, for years, after horrid torture and ghastly rape, with HIV injection terror hate crimes, for years, openly, with cooperation of police, over the murder of John Lennon about which I knew absolutely nothing, raping me of my name and personal treasure as a marginalized deaf artist, refusing me representation, just because they can get away with it, and simply because they finagled my name onto some obscure letters in which they endorsed Hitler’s Revenge, promoting it as The Greatest Story Ever Told, while poisoning me in concert.
A society as scurrilous and contemptible as The City of Seattle and State of Washington can only be hated with the coldest of fury by worldwide reasoning man. The rabid imbeciles of Seattle, Washington hold themselves as better than Hitler while becoming attaches of the worst nazi enemy ever to turn on American society, lying and murdering then rising to lead again like a bending, leering, twisting, moebius ouroborus, the connivers in London, raiding our society as pirates and looters after HitlerReagan smashed us and threw open the gates. The naziism in Seattle was given fierce reign during their World Trade riots when all the world thought they were witnessing tough idealism. They were witnessing the fire in the hearts of sadists, the longknives of rabid animals.
I have been tortured by pedophile identity criminals and mutilated in fraud for the purpose of inflicting terrorized suffering of such overwhelming pain and grief that the fascist, child-rapists in the King Family can gloat at as G-Force experimentally inflicted on a victim of horror suffering pushing “it” towards the breaking point, leering and gnashing their Jeannie-raping Royal ain't I a man Dixon freemason teeth that the white suck isn’t non-violence as mandated by the AIDS Combine to their deluded fifth column.
Seattle’s name is more loathsome than Pittsburgh for the simple reason that Pittsburgh makes no secret that they are scum, they bray of it openly.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 11:17 AM
Q. I have a question about non-violence?
A. I understand. One of the things we know about kiddie-raping, cop-killing, mass-murder alibi'ing Peter Gabriel is that Amnesty International was set up to make sure that his victims cannot do anything but pass wind.
You have been tortured by Peter Gabriel. Congratulations, you are now a member of Amnesty International will Law will not defend you. You are entitled to cry out in pain. Ringo Starkey Svengali will karmatize any complaints received about you.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 11:19 AM
Q. "Will Law"?
A. As a good example of cyber-destruction, like my email inbox was disappeared this morning.
Version : Voo! Voo! Voo!
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 03:29 PM
I looked up Bob Moses trying to stop a prior lobby by a criminally insane false witness networked working for Peter Gabriel named Amanda Harcourt. I explained that I am not the white racist she claimed, to the contrary, she was maliciously advocating for a klansman who tortured me as a child after daddy published a book dedicated to Dr. King. Apparently using the scare tactics of Black suspicion and hate for white people, she got a large number of people in the old movement to justify putting a badly impaired neurotrauma child torture victim through a gruelling ordeal of boot camp, despite being completely deaf and atrociously set upon and had raped my deaf girlfriend who also suffers from epilepsy and Downs Syndrome.
If you keep out of it because it was all the shysterism of Obama, that's on your sick and busted conscience, but do not start blaming me when I condemn you in print, in passing. You deserve it for being silent.
~ Letter to the Algebra Project
It's very offensive that the Veteran's Adminstration watches me 24 hours on spy-cam in my room and given the apparent involvement of the Filipino Veteran Community in Two Virgins Pussyball and Mt. Desert Island, I have to assume that Sluggo Rigor or one of the other veterans (the name "Sluggo" was circulated on Mt. Desert Island) may have followed my father for writing on Human Rights after the war in a resentment operation.
Cyril Wecht and Sluggo Rigor would make a mean tagteam.
My apartment passed inspection and therefore I am cleared for rent subsidy for one year, but in the meantime the police have thoroughly surrounded me on the brutality of the offensive idea that I started a fight and am to blame for something. Barack Obama is a simpering and cowardly man who finds a great deal to strut about in standing up for Nancy Reagan after he himself and her husband brutally tortured and attacked me. Spotting their political correctness Achilles heel is not hard. I have not, in fact, yet called Obama a "nigger" for torturing me and raping my girlfriend, but I see no reason why I would be held in the wrong for doing so. Admittedly, I have self-control problems, and giggled with abandon at the thought of Yousou N'dour on the run.
Obama picked the fight blindside and then cleverly insinuated that it was me.
The facts however should be noted. Pennsylvania hard-boiled liars led by Penny Crary took me to HAIR at the age of six. Don Ostro was keeping me as a toy to play music, force drugs like cocaine on me (taunting me mercilessly when I cried, age 13) using me for sex, while the most vicious and violent blindside lopers in East Liberty brutally tortured, butchered and gassed me, to provide later life recreational sadism for Midori Goto and Yoko Ono after Ringo Starr and his Hollywood friends planted Lennon murder papers on me.
How do you know I am right? You fence-sitting pussies who stood there with all your Owen Riley heapery and did nothing after I proved AIDS manmade, full knowing those Beatle scum have violated the purpose of the clubhouse?
How do you know I am right and you are just cowardly heapists?
I will tell you how: It take a varmit.
Someone had to locate the hidden hand. I knew that I was being stalked and followed. The two-tongued hypocrit Paul McCartney's attache taunted me, "It must be the treason of succulent machines" and then Zappa put out the taunting song "promiscuous". Greg Karl wrote, I later learned, "the persona is subjected to successive degradations of the X-motive and then subsumed into a larger structure dominated by its adversary." The Gays are just scum, real cunts. They have HIV they declare, therefore they GIT to help those who released the virus for money. What SCUM!@ What I did was what anyone would do. I pursued the attack on our country's vitals to determine its source and direction. I found the parochial savage. Allied as an opportunist in self-regard and brutal piracy, the sickest, most morally debased scum in California history: Larry Flynt, put on a traumatized torture victim by Lewis Lapham to justify himself in covering for Reagan, because he didn't like JFK, the womanly pussyLew, helping those who started AIDS and then raping a retarded girl, sneering it was equity.
Vaclav Havel is a mean jackal when found out for helping Adolf Hitler.
There was a hidden hand to be found in HitlerGate and McCartney bonded in honor with America in the Onslaught. It's not so surprising. The British have always been Imperial murderers, sometimes mass murderers and the Reagan-happy bloody racing glove from the race track film THE KILLERS on their trippy and viprously misleading elevator music was perfect for creating a body politic to sell their game; a guilty body politic. Little Jimmy will always be my hero for hating them in the end.
The louder the Graham Motorcade rioters bray of their admiration for Paul, the more sure I am that they are guilty in their souls, a private joke you dare not tell anyone for sure that it will offend brilliantly cowardly scum. A pathetic country that had to turn to the most warpo lopers in Nation of Islam to find an angle for selling Will Zell Broome, in the end, how sad.
They have a market for their lies. I'm their game. Obama and McCartney were the source of the prompt, "season of trucculent machines" "look at it crosseyed", "successive degs." (for who now doubts that Obama is a partner of Gail Burstyn direly drooling for the spoils?).
Behold the Promised Claque!
What parent but mother would stand by and simply allow this to happen to a ten year old? Battered, crying, hiding in the closet, gnawing his fingernails bloody?
Mickey Obama then makes herself big, oh, I'm standing up for Nancy Moore and Mrs. Reagan by inciting a terroristic, Jeannie-raping mobscene to silence dissent and punish reporting, inducing apostacy and perjury by deadly, deadly assault and wierd hate crimes.
Gee, that's higher.
I'm sorry that I had to say the things I did about Owen Riley and Sound Mental Health, but if they are going to help put a neurotrauma victim through terrorization, abuse and boot camp style mistreatment, they deserve such commentary and then some.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 03:31 PM
Arnold Schwarzenegger was suspected by a traumatized little Jimmy when the gang who tortured him took him to a room on which his poster was grinning.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 03:39 PM
Nothing I have learned has altered that suspicion.
Q. Tony Cervi claims you wanted to be ennebriated.
A. Once you ennebriate a child, violent adults escalating by terroristic chemicals and violent, brutal demands for obedience are not the fault of the child in question. They brutally, brutally tortured me.
Footnote: The spectro-chemical Cervi gave me looked like the Japanese Flag.
Second Footnote: Tony Cervi told me that JFK was shot with a hollow tip bullet. I stood there as he explained and said again and again to make sure I understand, "You mean if I shot this side of the wall it would be little, but the hole on the other side would be big?" He showed me a hollow tip bullet and explained.
I was tripping on four way, laced with a nerve agent that caused the unspeakable pit in my face. I went out onto Curtis Street. Everything looked like rubber, as though you could cut it with a knife. I left my coat because it was knee deep snow. I lay in the cemetery and went into the donut shop near Flanigans. The woman working ran to the phone. I went back passed Tove's Tavern to Hebron Cemetery.
I wrote later: "When I was fourteen I tried to kill myself on an extreme LSD trip." I meant with my mind. Everything was falling. It was Jan. 1975, I think.
The men were eating hot tamales and a man was screaming at a crying woman. I had said I wished I'd brought Suppers Ready by Genesis and it came over the radio right afterward.
The first thing the chemical did was make me forget that I was upset about Diane Walls breaking up with me.
I didn't dare speak out. They were constantly jeering me and the other men battered me piteously.
Cervi said he was going to take me to the car show.
As I recall Donald Harper was picking on me and that contributed to my not caring so much when he was picked on back.
I reached out to a black girl who was being picked on and she slapped me.
After experience with Peter Gabriel I don't blame her. The worst white hate criminals of all always say that they are your friends.
I went to a Sensurround movie the next day hoping it would bring me back.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 03:40 PM
They were not my friends, they were violent blackmailers who made me afraid of them and my mother was always screaming. I just took to hiding in the closet.
rakugo: Defsukke ! Faggot Wanker!
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 03:42 PM
Saul Brecher: Top Shelf! Hahahahauughghg!
Jeannie-raping super-Macho Arnold pussyballnegger.
Version : I Am Far Away (Poem and Commentary)
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 04:42 PM
Turning away from what
I want to see
forgetting the names I heard
just yesterday
I am far away
but I'm not a dreamer
Something bad is wrong with me.
Throwing the bird from the nest
so easy to fly
just at the breaking point
come crashing down.
I am far away.
I signed my name
with your private hair brush
I kissed your lips
in a public divorce
I am not a dreamer
I am far away.
Something bad is wrong with me.
I turned you out
to an inner circle
your inner light
is a prison shell
swami cold and guru lonely
she's all you need
now get fucking lost creep.
The arrow's pointing down
I feel my head blow up
we're always talking sideways
upside down
and everything gets done
but I am far away
another headstone
from LBJ.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 04:52 PM
Pittsburgh predicted that contempt for me would carry the day and that a Black President would be good enough to start over with acceptance of AIDS, "a slap on the wrist and don't do it again" to quote Tom Gordon. "The nature of reality" a much bandied expression in Jewish Pittsburgh simply meant if you reported Reagan is would only get you in trouble and blamed.
NEWS
...is, in fact, that Nancy Reagan is using AIDS as her weapon through Queerbasque, leering that the faggots will never believe me until I fight and David Summerlin pets himself asleep when Nicky isn't watching, thinking, "I'll get Mac to Duncan Idaho me, then he has the blood he need to make them purr."
This comes from the fact that Robert Fripp is a slime, pathological, pedophile happy, murdering, rabid survivalist loper. What Ringo Starr will never get through his head is that you cannot rape a man's loved one and then ever play nice again. The murder Midori Goto got what she wanted:
A Confederate Trick that sold the Genocide.
Through a study in neurotraumatic brain injury in a child.
How resourceful the pigs are.
For the record, Yousou N'dour was in 1985, and Mt. Desert Island was 1988 with a man I met in 1981 whose partners are named in the letters, accordingly, this warpo Negro from Gabriel's WOMAD is the real article, Gail Burstyn's fellow traveller, and the seething, sneering, snickering, lawless, vigilantee kluk of Aaron Dixon are just nazi pigs who slunk in the shadows egging Reagan on.
Then they blame Jimmuh QweeWee.
I suspect the reason the sick, sick, wheedles of Capitol Hill with manifestly nothing at all to offer or they wouldn't be in Seattle are so ABORTION HAPPY is that they don't want their children to grow up hating them that they were absolute finks when Nazi California developed brain-invasion cyber-military rehabilitation using a child they forcibly damaged as goods for the robotronic new age
LIVE AND LET DIE.
now that should be inscribed on Strawberry Fields ... forever.
Version : Rusted Longknives
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 06:03 PM
Q. Mac, we're not in Pittsburgh anymore.
A. We're not?
Q. No. Just write down what happened as accurately and truthfully as you know how.
A. I have been doing that for decades and it just makes them worse.
Q. Try it again.
Unlike Jimmuh Qweewee, Kennedy was a womanized and a danger to National Security.Dr. King was simply granted his death wish. For believing in these evil men, I was exampled by The Crown and Arnold.
The ideology of Nazi British in their support for HitlerReagan dictated that if a child victim of torture reports their crime, he will be serially molested and gangraped in serial slave labor episodes while suffering horribly from unspeakably brutal neuroplastic suffering until he perjures and bonds in loveslavery, tears streaming down his hypnotized face with redemption and forgiveness for HitlerReagan while his children are strangled and beheaded by blood-drenched car thieves on a drum roll for Japanese pussy.
Shinto-law, Gregoire-style.
HitlerEnglish carrion birds have never explained that there is no truth to their cowardly lie that I rapid eye movement dagged a woman in frustration; even the Allegheny County Sheriff admitted I was never charged, something any of those women would gladly do, especially after Lewis Lapham and Larry Flynt PUBLICLY OFFERED A BOUNTY. They won't even allow medical reports or evidence to be gleaned of the neuroplasm pressing on the optic nerve in horrid torment, prefering to evoke Patrick Buchanan when raping deaf Jeannie, lest they be questioned on the effect of gamma rays upon rapid eye movement theory.
A malicious looking Korean suggested I PeeWee Hermann my QweeWee confession to car theft while the seizure formulas were maximitized tight and jackal for believable extrusion and confess to Jesus about stolen cars.
The men brutally tortured me and then held me hostage viciously, violently and watchfully in a stolen car, comatonic from beatings, and forced ingestion of inhalants, while tripping on LSD (refer again to a picture of little Jimmy) stomping on my head, battering me in flurries of horrible blows.
Before we had to move, I bought them a VW, hoping they would stop stealing car. Instead they engineered through Ivy League super-psychology the situation where I was vomit bag ennebriated by pedophile adults while in neurobedient, pre-linqual trauma, as they taunted me to show them how they taught me to hotwire the car I bought for them. They wanted the title in their sister's name.
The Hitler rabid English never tire of mongering child trauma to torture and gang rape dissent lacerated by macabre lifelong mutilation wierd hate crime by Hitler rabid loyal in long plotted revenge.
After we moved, along came Vince Eirene and Rusted Root who made the carrot tape and manuveured to have me locked in a house from the inside when the murderers came in and sat down. I tried and failed to escape. Rusted Root then gave instructions to their tagteam to get out the letters and make a landstake. While Peter Gabriel plied me with "friendship" letters, Ming Na Wen set up the Alpana religious heist and Kelly School.
When Linda Rosen was murdered I got a call from Will Zell Broome that I suspected was political action related to AIDS. I pursued it. Meanwhile, Peter Gabriel, in synchronized planning with the assassins went to work spreading libels, accusing me of all sorts of things and setting up property theft.
At this time I believed in Peter Gabriel and was dashing around to the Post Office sending many, many registered letters trying to get out of the neurotrauma state and report what was happening, only to learn that Gabriel was alibi'ing the testing war game as a scared straight program.
I certainly knew nothing about the Lennon letters or that Midori Goto was making promises of classy Jap pussy to any Pittsburgher who finalized Japanese revenge on Alias Little Boy (recall that the first offender was a Japanese boy named Robert Lee...name ring a bell?)
I did not yet realize that the names I gave Gabriel, Ronnie and Kasper, who tortured me, were implicating Reagan and Weinberger.
What did happen during the scabies episode after the death tattoo seduction is that I recalled very suddenly and vividly that Will Zell Broome had said to me in Art School before AIDS started, "What would you think of a scheme to transform the human race by injecting the blood with semen" across a table during lunch in a Poconos Cafe. I also noticed at this time that the language of that album that never made any sense, DEATH SEED BLIND MAN'S GREED had a reference to neurosurgeons and that Ian Wattenmaker had become one.
I didn't know about the neuroplasm, but I was suffering severe head pain.
In Pittsburgh I found the letters after the University of Pittsburgh set up the scam with DiPietro and Midori Goto attacked me with Kasperowski and raped Jeannie, horribly molesting me all night and driving me into homelessness in a horrid, unspeakable and prolonged, "Prove you love me ordeal" intended to murder and debase me by exploitation of a terroristically impacted neurotrauma.
During this time while Zell, Burstyn, Fripp, Reagan, Schwarzenegger, Obama, Gregoire and Midori Goto were playing victim, Ringo Starr and George Bush were executing cathartic bombings like the USS Iowa, Valdez and 911 while Oliver Stone claimed it was Victor FrankL's concept of a Medicine Man, the "we can do it better" movement of meaning-ingrained holocaust survivors, leaving the AIDS victims "terribly entertained" to the snort of a velvet Havel.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 06:04 PM
Unlike Jimmuh Qweewee, Kennedy was a womanized and a danger to National Security.
should readUnlike Jimmuh Qweewee, Kennedy was a womanizer and a danger to National Security.
Jimmuh Creary was a womanized. See the difference?
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 06:05 PM
Q. You've said that a large number of women passed you around as a joke, thinking of you as the great John Lennon sex toy.
A. Almost every woman, particularly Midori Goto, who came snapping after me.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 06:09 PM
Q. So the Hitler rabid loyal in the Civil Rights Movement were all and every single one of them found out as jackoff haters who in bloodlust and envy rabidly and ruthlessly tortured two deaf people just to read about the King Family jacking off on little Jimmy's head in pedophile bukkake on account dat happens to be duh BELEEVE of Allah!
A. Every last dirty scum, nose picking snotrag in the Civil Rights Movement when along with torture for profit and the AIDS Onslaught. Every despicable scum.
Q. Why?
A. Obamanegger told them it was ... myuh, myuh....MYAWK!~!!!!!!
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 06:13 PM
Before we had to move, I bought them a VW, hoping they would stop stealing car. Instead they engineered through Ivy League super-psychology the situation where I was vomit bag ennebriated by pedophile adults while in neurobedient, pre-linqual trauma, as they taunted me to show them how they taught me to hotwire the car I bought for them. They wanted the title in their sister's name.
Q. Was this how Outhouse Harkin and Fripp framed you for rape and justified the heart poison crime?
A. No, the bitter nib of the neuroplasm was a day I couldn't go to school for fear the Pitmans would be outside and they found me wandering in the snow, kidnapped me, they had weapons, they gassed me, I managed to jump out of the car far, far from home in a foot of snow and walked. It was horrible and I never even knew it happened until, my face pressed to the cement, after a man jumped out of a car and rocked his head up and down, causing terrible seizures, ocular gyrations.
Q. This was when Clinton threw you in Polk County Jail for rape.
A. Yes, to please Midori Goto who came to his nighties in Ames, Iowa for the fun and persecution.
Q. Just about Oklahoma Federal?
A. O~okay, oh, oh, oh, KKKKKKKK.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 06:14 PM
Q. So the combined impact of being tricked into hotwiring a VW belonging to someone Mancine said he knew and having been kidnapped and tortured was...?
A. An honorary HIV injection opportunity for a rapist proven so by The Taliban.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 06:20 PM
Q. Do you continue to state with absolute conviction that Reagan was the author of this abomination?
A. He was, indeed, There is no question and the evidence is mounting by the hour with analysis of his era in cinema. Reagan knew. He was the Kennedy assassin architect.
Obama, at best, is a quisling and Johnny Cochran.
This beyond a shadow of a doubt is why Queers were effectively lopered to attack me and rape my loved one, something I do not believe they would do otherwise. The pain and suffering from the neuroplasm, alone, is a crying shame that no man would visit on his worst enemy knowingly.
Yet there they are, rapid and carrion bird, incited incessant by Hitler rabid English.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 06:22 PM
Q. Why is Yoko Ono so vicious towards an innocent person she has never met?
A. Yoko Ono helped Reagan kill Lennon in Hitler's revenge. It's a lot of property for Hollywood and she is a thrill killer who probably would get the greatest joy from being found out and hanged.
As one of their poets wrote (paraphrase) about Midori:
as they tied her to the stake
she threw back her head and laughed with mirth
and her senso-nubile-seductious mockery
was such that those charged to hang her
fell to the ground glistening
licking her white foot.
eggnog
December 21st, 2010, 06:23 PM
Q. So the reason you have no friends...
A. Never had any friends...
Q. Is?
A. They were in this all along for violent Japanese sex spoils.
Robert Fripp is a Jeannie-raping Hitler rabid faceliar.
Version : Character Assassins Galore
eggnog
December 22nd, 2010, 12:23 PM
Q. I see that you have stopped going to the Emerald Clubhouse.
A. That place is too dirty and I don't mean santitation, I mean the sort of filthy tricks that the Ringo Starr agents, like Aubrey Boyton and the various Queerbasquers come in and play, vicious and ugly. Surely, you don't expect me to go to such a vicious environment willingly?
What I am dealing with is an AIDS Combein, who saw my protective instinct for my generation, incited the Queers with hate and spoils, and sneered, "You want to go serve and die with them, go ahead."
Q. Clinton is still following you twenty years later seething that the virginity entanglement is ironclad.
A. They manufactured a cover up that sold because the truth shows America for the New Nazi Germany. They will always say, hunting a virgin, I will always say, raped a retarded girl. They will always win and I will always be right. What won't happen is that I won't make it worse by elopement to Midori Goto. She is a psychopath whose hands are drenched in blood and whose name itself Green Hell is a virulent attempt to envelope me in double suicide for the ages.
What took place, in my view, and I won't have Rosa back, I'm applying for my Section 8 Port, but I am perfectly prepared to just take a sleeping bag and head to another emergency shelter...
Q. New York?
A. Last place I would ever go.
Q. Not even to turn off the brainbeam?
A. I'd just be disappointed in that hope. People underestimate how viprous Yoko Ono is and how sullen her hatred for all things American but power and money. She epitomizes ugly foreign greed in America and her contraption is the Yakuza, down and dirty with the Harlem mob.
Reagan and Ono understood perfectly how cruel, cutthroat and scummy the real Civil Rights Movement actually was...
Q. Including yourself!
A. Not including myself. I was a child when those lopers destroyed me. I fought back to have a mind and give testimony. I continue to make attempts to secure investigation, although, to be sure, I have broken faith, and revile with the utmost contempt, the Gay Community, particularly in Seattle (there isn't one to speak of Pittsburgh, just pedophiles in the circle of Scaife-Mellon play-acting).
I'm sure AIDS is very sad, but really, it's not my problem, and even if they gave it to me, it's not my problem, not in the way it is theirs. Not in the sense of being disgustingly aligned to the Combine in mind and spirit. No matter how vicious it is, I would always try to warn and prevent.
Those fuckers didn't even try to save their own kind. They went to their deaths like wolves.
My father and grandfather were outstandingly brave, honest intellectuals and I am sure that is why I was targetted; so, my name on those letters, is a badge of honor, being a pornojunkie, a point of pride, and those who say otherwise are the authors and their deluded, so what matter does any of that make?
I see the history through a very different lense of What Might Have Been than the murderers and British accomplices in Operation: Cudda.
When the time came to withhold judgement and opprobrium from a frightened public at the dawn of a great affliction, Havel emitted a mighty leer, god his snivel lit up the heavens in gratitude for the curse of Reagan. Like Dino Rossi, AIDS is Vaclav Havel’s idea of sex education.
What happened to Jimmy Crary is like what happened to the Jews. You all wanted to do it. What is the point of pretending now? Cohen’cidence, you say?
AIDS is the greatest Japanese victory in history. Through ADWAS, Clinton got fixed lies about me installationed with Obama as a perogative of power in surrender.
Reagan was a guerrilla nazi behind the scenes in film-making propaganda, creating a time capsule as a dare for the future. He fascized America, probably forever. The wizardry of braindor Brainiac Sonytroll mindradar is a done restrictive, violated and broken with the tool of Jimmy-Lottery Rapid Eye Movement fascination. Thought police are the superwave on the In-Crowd. At home petty collection spy-cam.
If Roosevelt was murdered, maybe he didn’t know. If he did, it would explain mother.
The blood brick in evil, eerie and encrypted, duplicitous film Storm Warning follows the grieving Jewess betrayed by the coward who stars, her weeping hand swears upon it, a choice chunk of semiotic meat on the brick wall. Reagan was cunning. Reagan was doom. His grievance was Auschwitz, abortion his ruse, America's insufferable detachment his medium, Naziism his goal.
Cyril Wecht and Peter Gabriel, his partners, saw James M. Crary from above and afar as The Hubris of HAIR. Maybe the shape of the peace sign being like the map of Dealey Plaza is just cohen-cidence, too, but all the same, ominous.
Zapruder knew.
Dark Intruder, are you a traitor? Like Bush. Don’t be afraid to speak openly. You are in the majority. You say you “found” something. How drool. You were led to and hoodwinked you would have me believe?
Rosa to the rescue of Midori Goto. Jimmy Cureary was programmed to molesterate her, a Manchurian fondler. Jim Marrs says so, so do Robert Fripp and Queerbasque, so there. Apolgee. The block is blood hungry with rumor.
The problem in New York City is that David Bowie has been tolerated too long. First ve shall batter de zittle vhite infidel into our masterful grievance. Zen ve shall pounce like avenging tiger! And zell dem a home movie called KIDS, the higher order of African justice, extrude, “niggermonkey” with the rage of Ballard fagasites! And rub their faces in the defecation of QweeWee’s Big Adventure.
Item: Helen Keller was born Tuscumbia, Alabama, June 27, 1880, just five miles from Huntsville.
The Burstyn letters all came in the final days of Nixon, and were primarily effusive love letters. None of the Indian Slander had the self-evidence of Parvaneh Torkamani’s, “Ah, how perfect you are, America.” They seemed unrelated to the catastrophe and anarchy that Reagan visited upon our home. She went to Bryn Mawr, which is why Harris Wofford protected her.
Rakugo: Penis! Harris Wofford has had enough. Here is your virgin, queerbait! Kowtow. You lose! Hahahahaha. Lose, hahahahahaha.
Eggnog: Aaron Dixon is a violent perpetrator. He deliberately subverted the people’s right to know in order to use AIDS as a catalyst for his armed forces, as Reagan predicted, hoped and perhaps even hired him to do.
Nothing could be more obvious than his vile refusal to acknowledge the profound victimization he has contributed to.
The smashing of airplanes on 911 was the Black Race smiling at the craftiness of the AIDS Combine.
Q. You must feel very defeated.
A. No, I don’t, because I know something that Dixon, Clinton and Allegheny County do not. In Hitler’s Germany, all witnesses were politicized. It was the ideology that determined truth, right and wrong. In this way, Queerbasque has defeated themselves in the eyes of the future. They are pathetically ignoble and the world will see them for that when they no longer have me to kick around avoiding contact with what they really have done and are.
You see? Ultimately, the reason my witness was politicized to this juvenile, brutal and malicious, playground rules committee is that all of it exposes them for surrender to Hitler.
Rakugo: Yeth, Quahbutt, but the fact that thees is true vill not help you.
Eggnog: Such are the obsessions of the monocled Sean Dong Onorg.
eggnog
December 22nd, 2010, 03:50 PM
This kid posted the expression, "God is a nigger" which I think is pretty cool in a blog. I liked his video, too: http://www.youtube.com/user/sparlund
Q. Why do you think Peter Gabriel took like a fly to rubbish this horrible Story of a Bird?
A. English scavenger, goddawful, Jeannie-raping puke. It was like a popper. A Karl popper. It gave celeb enneb to the frenzy that horrible Midori Goto incited.
eggnog
December 22nd, 2010, 03:53 PM
Q. Are you ever going to go back to the person we recognize?
A. Are the Jeannie-raping Hitler rabid vomitbags at HARPERS ever going to let me?
Have you ever lived under death threats with while convulsing from a neuroplasm while receiving ultimatums from men who tortured you and raped your girlfriend?
Have you ever lived under death threats with while convulsing from a neuroplasm while receiving ultimatums from men who tortured you and raped your girlfriend?
Have you ever lived under death threats with while convulsing from a neuroplasm while receiving ultimatums from men who tortured you and raped your girlfriend?
Have you ever lived under death threats with while convulsing from a neuroplasm while receiving ultimatums from men who tortured you and raped your girlfriend?
Have you ever lived under death threats with while convulsing from a neuroplasm while receiving ultimatums from men who tortured you and raped your girlfriend?
Have you ever lived under death threats with while convulsing from a neuroplasm while receiving ultimatums from men who tortured you and raped your girlfriend?
Have you ever lived under death threats with while convulsing from a neuroplasm while receiving ultimatums from men who tortured you and raped your girlfriend?
Have you ever lived under death threats with while convulsing from a neuroplasm while receiving ultimatums from men who tortured you and raped your girlfriend?
Have you ever lived under death threats with while convulsing from a neuroplasm while receiving ultimatums from men who tortured you and raped your girlfriend?
Have you ever lived under death threats with while convulsing from a neuroplasm while receiving ultimatums from men who tortured you and raped your girlfriend?
Version : Jefferson Davis Obama
eggnog
December 23rd, 2010, 10:29 AM
Barack Obama is politically correctly to blame for the AIDS catastrophe. Never has there been such a childish bully in government. Thank heavens for Nancy Reagan to come up with such a bi-partisan, stopgap wastrel. If only Marie Antoinette had said, “I hate racists, too.”
I know what it means to be hated and I am no hater. Forty years of torture and they have finally made me the image they desired: Ninotchka, after the re-education camp spell be broken, writing home to Russia about what the Americans really are, so, when they start handing out apologies, mine will be a big one.
It was always my belief that a miseducated 60’s child was better than Ronald Reagan. Obama and all his turncoat loyalists are free to disagree. Obama was put into office by guerrilla warfare conducted by the AIDS Combein, a scummy installation candidate from Carnegie Mellon, Clinton’s Harlem Politboro and the Jewish Constabulary.
The world according to Barack Obama is that it is the AIDS Combein’s solemn interest and duty to have overbearing judgement upon all pale white on-campus one night stands from twenty years ago. Nevermind that brutal torture of the deaf suck preceeded his extra-judicial judgement about seduction by his Graham Foundation Priestess. This surreal childishness is not just some aberration of immaturity. This is Obama’s ingrained a The Black Man essential nature talking. How many times has Reagan's Allah machine broken my home over an adultery charge they set up and she instigated?
Let’s put his Alpana Pussyball Scam in context, shall we? At extreme danger and subsequent suffering to myself, having been brutally, brutally tortured by Ku Klux Klansman as a child, mutilated for life, nevertheless, I followed Peter Gabriel’s lead in 1986 from Pitt News and wrote a strongly worded letter, published in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette that was most influential in convincing Wesley Posvar, “Chancellor” of our huge university, to fly to South Africa, and report to the Board of Trustees that yes, we had to divest on moral grounds. In answer to my efforts, sneaky Barack contracted with Ming Na Wen to set up a stunt driver incident at Kelly School, where I was the passenger, who quit the job in fury, pointing the finger at me when I didn't realize what they were doing. Together Obama and Wen then also spirited a sarcastic carrot tape to Aaron Dixon, for hostage-taking and blackmail. Finally, they also seduced me with a lady of the Kuma Sutra night. Behold the Promised Claque! What a pat on the head from Confederate Clinton he received.
Why did he do this? To justify Will Zell Broome, promising to bring home to a The Black Man the prize of Midori Goto in long-planned Two Virgins Pussyball.
He and Penny Crary of Pitt, the University of Pittsburgh, who took me to HAIR at the tender age of six and then hired brutal union thugs to tear my head off, pedophile molest me, and proceed to make Warhol kiddie sex spy-cam movies of my traumatized pre-lingual behavior under traumaconic spell. This is gradeschool in Jewish Pittsburgh for oi’d loike, the deaf suck Irish goyem. Obama and Penny say that John Lennon was the Headmaster from Neva Pornography Corporation’s Skool within a School District.
This contemptuous bailout robot, this genetic German, this hilarious lickyboot, this mighty bought boy Jefferson Davis Obama then comes and poisons me in the stomach, and rapes my deaf girlfriend, saying, hold on there, now, deaf suck, for I am genetic Allah, just trying to teach you a lesson in non-violence, so there, tsk, tsk, tsk.
I don’t want to rub salt on my own wounds, but when Rosa left me, I have never cried so much. I cried for months. I woke up screaming for years. Throughout the long ordeal of homelessness and brutality, surreal, cutting, bloodletting debasement that followed, I was sure, someday, from behind all that travesty, all that maniacal, unfair, vicious, weird hate crime that so much huge money bought, the intimate depradation, that someday I would see Midori again, but when the time came I was so broken and hate her so badly that I couldn’t bring myself to go.
I haven't been in a position to heal. Ten cups of coffee a day for lack of money, dealing with severe neurotrauma, for years has injured me. Now, I get back off the drug that was destroying my intestines and find it worsened my reflux, and what is more, the medical dogteam that Obama assembled is changing me to a weaker heart medicine because I won’t continue with their experiment. There is evidence that the hospital knows something it hasn’t yet told me.
I was always innocent, I was never accused of a crime, and everyone in Pittsburgh, including Peter Gabriel and Bill Clinton already knew that. Jefferson Davis Obama is a recipient of stolen goods: The Presidency, an heir to the murderers of John Fitzgerald Kennedy in D/alla/s, Texaco.
It was my belief as a teenager that one of the objectives of the 60’s was to put a stop to the blackmail system that J. Edgar Hoover used on Martin Luther King. Imagine my surprise when The King Family went to even greater lows to cover up the brutal torture of a white child in a place called Kings Estate, where I was gassed horribly by murderous kidnappers, known to carry arms, who had battered me horribly, at the instructions of Jewish holocaust survivors, and The King Family did this to protect the perpetrators of AIDS…for money, and when I recoiled publicly, they set upon and raped a retarded girl.
I was punished with death for ratting on them.
Midori Goto showed what a loathsome kluk the Civil Rights Movement really is and what a lather they could be whooped up into by the smell of some virgin Japanese status pussy on high.
This was planned. In the clip I shared from the Japanese film (advertised on the cover of the VHS by the star teenage girl in a white dress next to an Indian boy in a coconut tree), http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qqr9cjQsPw you see a girl run down the diving board of a swimming pool and spread her legs as she jumps. Then two twins, one with a beach ball, the other hands empty, symbolizing winners and losers, to have and have not, jump in. Next, in the semiotic literature of the film clip, the Japanese teenager who stars rides her bike past a The Black Man resembling no one so much as Gene Corbin, author of Carribean Moon Over Pittsburgh Tonight, friend of Amy Shapiro and Leslie Katz, (do you remember them, the two girls who would shout, “We’re gonna rape, kill, pillage and burn, gonna rape, kill, pillage, burn and eat babies” with a red-headed boy from LRY, which they said stood for “Liberal Religious Youth”, do you remember them?) and they make a sort of winking agreement. She then rides past a cannon, symbolizing Lou Cannon, Reagan's publisher's project propagandist. In Pittsburgh the cannon is a symbol of civil war. Then she rides up a hill and stumbles on her bike over rolling watermelons, lots of them, headlike, symbolizing many heads. She stands up and her glasses are crooked. She looks just like battered little Jimmy trying to smile. Then all those girls who Jimmy was womanized by come running up each holding a watermelon head, jumping and jumping, “We hate him, too, we hate him, too!” The Japanese girl rides off with a mocking smile of satisfaction.
Thus we see the semiotic plan, involving conspirators from the Black Community, just as Black people were filmed with Kennedy’s assassins in Dealey Plaza. Most churchgoing Black Christians realize that Kennedy that was morally astray.
The woman who wrote the letters planted in my house is named Yoko Ono. She put my name on them. Obama is what we used to call a sly man. You gotta understand now that John Lennon was an honorary a The Good Klansman, come to unite all AIDS Victims in holy regard for the New Age. All AIDS Victims are Peter Gabriel. Don’t ever ask, “Where was the Seattle Cavalry during Evil Hour?” Aaron Dixon was whooping it up with George Bush over Midori Goto’s Pussyball Party. It was scientifically intended to prove AIDS was just desserts, and Spike Lee came riding on a horsey, yammering, “Monkey see! Monkey do! Monkey comin’ in a rampage after you!”
Behind this tragedy, the virulent wheedle, someone Fripp. I recall the night I argued privately and fiercely with David Douglas, Sr. about the divestment campaign. He told me, “If you help Blacks they will only turn on you.” Unsurprisingly, his son is a roboticist in Detroit, who was dating Kate McPherron, part of Pitt’s Social Anthropology family. Fripp sits smugly in this circle. Douglas thought Fripp was a scream, “He got you to pay him to do his farm work for him? Hahahahahahahaha.” Fripp would laugh, too, glowing ruddy with pats on the behind from Patrick Buchanan, raping deaf Jeannie.
Fripp’s partner Eno has escalation dominance. My testimony is even cancelled as schizophrenia by ultrahigh. I always took Eno for an accelerated wormchild. The more I learned about him, the less I admired him. He thought of the AIDS onslaught as his personal worldgame toy. 911 was ego-gratifying, too, like the name of his first record, There Go the Warm Jets, nevermind that it was on behalf of the guilty, he had alibi’d them on Mt. Desert Island. Will Zell Broome was Gurdieff kluk, that means he is von higherness, Ringo-karma, Zell was Eno’s Goebbels-admiring, Sonya Sundharma Honorary a The Black Man. If you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, don’t ask questions. Brian Eno is an LBJ butt-lapping, monocled Klink of the gas chambers.
Eno-cybernetics uses a fraudulent REM converter to rob hostages, also known as story-of-the-bird, a handwriting fluke. Forget reasoning with Hitler.
I had nothing to do with it, so either you stop, produce a warrant, or prepare to kill or be killed.
eggnog
December 23rd, 2010, 10:35 AM
Q. Given your success in getting key film clips up and running, have you considered cancelling Film Project 2011 as a done deal?
A. Yes. The only purpose it will serve now is in demonstrating how pernicious the themes of Reagan were in Japanese semiotics. Additionally, there is the problem of not having access to equipment, due to estrangement from Emerald House.
Q. Pittsburgh claims their honor is at stake.
A. Then why do they keep doing it? They're excited by success in high crime, much as Reagan must have gloated, "doin' the talk'n" through the Warren Report.
The evidence has always shown, and from the beginning, that I was SET UP, tortured, framed, mutilated, serially molested, used, abused and subject to an identity crime. Why would Paul McCartney do this? He must have been shellacked behind the scenes by Flynt, because he is more desperate than a pornstar with gambling debts. Teaming up with Jeannie-raping Keystone pride, hahahahahahahahaha. Gibbering that a victim of torture should apologize to his girlfriend's rapists.
eggnog
December 23rd, 2010, 10:46 AM
Q. Just for any new readers: Who is Will Zell Broome?
A. Zell was a Jackson Immunogenetic mousecage assembler who set up a mandatory AIDS Testing war game from a time predating the appearance of the virus.
Q. An ally of Robert Fripp?
A. Both in the Gurdjieff cult. Peter Gabriel wrote a "scared straight" alibi for Zell and then tried to destroy the evidence.
eggnog
December 23rd, 2010, 10:53 AM
Q. JDO demanded that you confirm: Ultimate Centipede.
A. I prefer not to share sentimental reflections with persons responsible for the catastrophic ssadism visited upon me.
Version : Letter to the City of McKeesport
eggnog
December 23rd, 2010, 12:41 PM
Dear City of McKeesport,
Thank you for taking the time to read a long letter from a resident in Seattle who was born Oct. 20, 1960, in Pittsburgh, a week after Bill Mazeroski's world famous home run, to Ryland Crary, a Naval Veteran of the USS San Jacinto, on which George Bush also served, later to become Chair of the Department of Education at the University of Pittsburgh and Peace Corps leader of Liberia. For forty years, I struggled to make sense of Pittsburgh, and worked for four years as a library clerk and journalist. I won a Pennsylvania Governor's School Scholarship for my poetry in 1978 after attending Letsche Alternative High School and returning to Taylor Allderdice, receiving a 4.0 for one year in my determination to go to the Governor's School. Before leaving Pittsburgh, with finality, I found myself one day in McKeesport in front of your statue of President Kennedy, a strong statue that speaks to an informed people. Attached you will find two photographs of that statue that I found in the web and the following link will take you to the comments he made that day: http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/?pid=8951
You may not follow the news of faraway Seattle, but over a year ago once of the area newspapers was forced to close. If you know my name at all it will no doubt be because I took to writing letters to the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette. Norm Nusser is another vagabond name of strong opinions that appears regularly in the Post-Gazette, and since I eventually met Norm and became acquainted, I am aware that some of the readers of the newspaper do in fact notice the stray editorialists from the community. So, in Seattle they know me as Mac Crary, in Pittsburgh as James Crary, from James MacRyland Crary. I have also attached a picture of me as a child back in the days when I cheered Roberto Clemente at Forbes Field.
When I left Pittsburgh, in tears, after being sadistically mistreated for reporting terroristic pedophile hate crime by Don Ostro, Mark Mancine and others in the East Liberty District that left me deaf, I was of course aware by then that a foreign blackmailer named Yousou N'dour was taking delight in manipulating local authorities towards abusing me out of fear of your own complicity in what had happened. I found letters in my basement from the Jewish Holocaust Survivor Community that proved a plot in John Lennon's murder, which in turn explains the violent war game that erupted out of Carnegie Mellon University at the instigation of Yousou N'dour, culminating, for now at least, in the 911 attacks on the World Trade Center. The letters also threatened America with nuclear war if any attempt is made to secure justice against the perpetrators, Gail Burstyn, Yoko Ono and Leslie Katz, working with Cyril Wecht.
In Seattle, I sought and secured Film Studies Material, certain that Ronald Reagan was behind this evidence in the AIDS Onslaught. I learned to my dismay that Japanese Porno is run by a Neva Corporation. Neva Mancine, which is like Manson and Cinema, was Mark Mancine's sister. The script, in which I was gassed by two men named Pitman, in a place called Kings Estate, gives De De Mancine's virginity as the reason for the murder of Dr. King. Pittsburgh being roguishly Roman Catholic, the idea took the imagination of a quite a few people, including notorious Vincent Eirene, who recruited Martin Sheen to start a campus war. Attached is also a picture of the lovely Pittsburgh adoptee Jeannie Tamburro, receiving an award for outstanding achievement by a woman with Downs Syndrome. Martin Sheen and Yousou N'dour brutally set upon deaf Jeannie and raped her. The man is in prison. The Warhol crowd filmed it for Yoko Ono's private collection and I was nearly fatally poisoned by them as I tried to escape leaving me with chronic, serious medical complications.
In Seattle I have done a little work proving it was Reagan who killed John Kennedy. It was part of a revenge plan by those who helped Hitler escape to Argentina, something I always feared, from the time daddy told me they hadn't found Hitler's body. The source of William Shirer's claim that Hitler killed himself was Goebbels and Hanna Reitsch, the woman who was the last person seen with him, Germany's ace experimental getaway pilot. It's not clear if Shirer knew who she was, he doesn't tell you in Rise and Fall. It is clear that Reagan killed JFK and encrypted it in semiotic Film History.
As proof of this allegation, you will find in the following links: The Zapruder Film, which I'm sure you know. A Japanese clip of a lookalike of Gail Burstyn, author of the Lennon murder papers, being gassed with a little boy and a white dove. The letters she wrote to me were a script titled: Story of the Bird. Recall that Little Boy was the name of the atom bomb dropped on Hiroshima and that I was gassed in a place called Kings Estate. Sidney Busis, who lied about how I went deaf, is a holocaust survivor and ear doctor. You will find also tandem clips from two films made at the same time as Kennedy was being set up, one stars Reagan, called THE KILLERS and the other is Cruel Gun Story made in Japan. Both show the same plan, to divert a Federal Truck, down a separate secure route, just as the motorcade was diverted into Dealey Plaza. He describes that the vehicle will stop at the sign and wait.
The men who tortured me were named Ronnie and Caspar, just like Reagan and Weinberger. Caspar was chosen for Friendly Ghost (of Hitler). Clinton lied. I was pursuing an attempt to start mandatory AIDS testing on Mt. Desert Island in 1988, which Yousou N'dour alibi'd so he could blackmail you. Yousou N'dour is working with Yoko Ono attempting to force a High Apology from a symbol of the Little Boy bomb to Yoko Ono. Yoko Ono was working with Gail Burstyn through such Julliard students as Bobby Callow. Juillard is situated close to the Dakota, allowing her to set up John Lennon and James Crary as a flesh and blood effigy to demand Apology, which I have refused, leading to death threats and poison crime incited by Yousou N'dour.
Here are the links you should be familiar with:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ij54TCT9MgA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28z-bv1X-lM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqzYv5zAFq4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kq1PbgeBoQ4&feature=fvsr
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzF0SlV42VU
http://forums.thestranger.com/forumdisplay.php?f=43
Thank you for your time,
Mac Crary
315 Maynard Ave. S. 309
Seattle, WA
98104
TTY 206-621-1219
eggnog
December 23rd, 2010, 01:06 PM
Midori Goto found it very easy to humilate a neurotrauma torture deaf victim. Her partner in similar chivalry found it very easy to torture a child after attacking him from behind. Best of all is African King, Barack Obama, raping deaf Jeannie so he could avoid facing up to Nancy Reagan about her monstrous husband.
It's a brave, brave nation.
eggnog
December 23rd, 2010, 01:14 PM
Better lay off me you Jeannie-raping English piece of shit.
OBAMA!
Stop Playing Lord of the Flies with the U.S. Government
Version : Child's Play
eggnog
December 23rd, 2010, 04:02 PM
Q. Mac, the children want to know how you knew you could trap the Jeannie-raping HitlerRabid HoarGriffin Harkin and why it took the very Von Beatles to stop a deaf library clerk from busting HitlerReagan?
A. It's a good question, an important question. Good for the children. I love children. Children are wonderful.
In England there is a population, genetically cleft of nostril, fundamentally different from human beings, but profouondly influential over camera-shy, unprincipled, National Security nuts in the U.S. Government. They are a race known as the Squalid Parochial.
The Squalid Parochial lives by its leer and its money. When there is an intellectual rival, particularly among the poor, it says, like a robot, "Why, I know what I'll do! I'll Top Secretly contract and manufacture (what it imagines to be embarassing) Thex!" Then it snaps its fingers and tries again, "TheXXX!" Before squeezing its chattering lips at the cleft and managing at lost to pronounce a frustrated, "Sex!"
The Jeannie-raping, HitlerRabid HoarGriffin Harkin was clearly of the tribe in gross hidden hand manufacture. The only answer was to embolden him and seek out his hirelings, hoping to secure evidence of foul construction and motive.
Q. How could this be so self-evident to you and you alone? Wasn't it dangerous?
A. Obviously, dangerous to investigate Hitler, but Hitler is a gambler and dreamed of making good on a bounty with the help of the an English carrion bird backstabblery.
Although an English can passably manage the device, particularly their musicians, who are tawdry lopers, what the Squalid Parochial apes is something the Jewish perfected. Slurs. Which I know well having grown up among them. In the drama of the panic boom they called this by "stigmata" a Roman Catholic word, for propaganda and religious intellectual ends pertaining to ego control and entertainment sale by the perpetrator cult (which, in light of Sean Strub, may have included Randy Shilts).
To Howard Dobrushin it seemed an incomprehensible claim to an impossible act of genius. You mean you walked into the trap full-knowing it was there hoping to make them so brazen that any fool could see the claw of the Outhouse Senator and HitlerReagan? Impossible, he bellowed.
Q. To say nothing of Grima Sinfield, the worm with two tongues! So, the sickening the an English rottweiller is not but a carrion bird and sex-crazed betrayer on its megolomaniacal rampage for sales to the afflicted they backstabbed. Horrible. How sad.
A. Harkin, like Robert Fripp, left its smoldering cowpie of a trail as a smoognist many miles long.
Q. Smoognist?
A. Duquense graduate. A square-headed dildo.
Q. Why were you so emotion?
A. About being tortured and betrayed by the woman I loved?
Q. What do you think of Michelle Yeoh training for the role of Aung San Suu Kyi in a film?
A. Good, and Ming Na Wen can get a cameo to sneak around lying to her.
Q. What do you think of Noynoy Aquino?
A. He puts Filipinos first. If that's a sin, he's guilty.
eggnog
December 23rd, 2010, 04:59 PM
Q. What do you say to the claim that Peter Gabriel and Micheal Reagan can tear your position apart?
A. What a partnership, what power!
Peter Gabriel was found out by the Greg Karl manuscript, Structuralist Approach to Musical Analysis, so in a frenzy he rampaged to destroy it. Gabriel is the author of the cowardly Taliban farce, a mobscene. Nothing he has done has been anything but to save face in accomplice.
Jim McDermott threw away his claim that Mt. Desert Island was a scared straight program. It is completely illegal.
I am dealing, in Gabriel, with a cold-blooded murderer hard at work on liberating the AIDS Combine.
Version : Ho Ho Ho!
Slade
December 23rd, 2010, 05:09 PM
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
may art and poems and big pretty fill your year til its puked back up and you have to swallow it back down again.
:p
eggnog
December 24th, 2010, 09:10 AM
My mailbox was empty today, or so I thought. Thank you, Mr. Slade. Same to, I mean, you, too.
Slade
December 26th, 2010, 10:38 AM
All forum roads lead to eggnog! Christmas morning I was so deep in a dream that when I woke up I was hallucinating for a minute, some odd dream of some rose bush like looking creature trying to attach its self to me and as well some leaf like looking creature that spit white stuff in my eyes.
It was like returning to the fact that our minds can change all the rules our ass makes, then to top it off a memory from my diaper days returned to me after decades of being lost.
First I am seeing things that are not there and then I am seeing something I have not seen for decades.
Scary stuff! even for evil cousins,falling asleep did not happen last night in part because of it.
eggnog
December 27th, 2010, 12:27 PM
For thou who
All forum roads lead to eggnog!
I was so deep in a dream
Christmas morning that hallucinating
I was for a minute, still insome odd dream
some rose bush like looking creature
trying to attach its self to me and as well
some leaf like looking creature that spit white stuff in my eyes.
It was like
returning to the fact
that our minds
can change all the rules our ass makes,
then to top it off
a memory from my diaper days
returned to me
after decades of being lost.
First I am seeing things
that are not there and then
I am seeing something I have not seen for decades.
Scary
stuff! even for evil
cousins,falling
asleep did not
happen last night in part because of it.
Slade
December 28th, 2010, 05:34 PM
Snapping fingers! bongo tapping, Lord of the beatnik's! so worthy of being the destination good cousin.
eggnog
December 29th, 2010, 09:09 AM
The bigger the celebrity the more desperate the scavenger.
Slade
December 29th, 2010, 04:58 PM
http://forums.thestranger.com/picture.php?albumid=16&pictureid=202
A sidewalk of stars in Hollywood, a sidewalk of talk in Seattle, a strangers sidewalk of talk.:)
Chanel EGGNOG on the SLADE TV? what could it all mean?
eggnog
December 29th, 2010, 05:00 PM
http://www.google.com/search?q=guttersnipe
Slade
January 15th, 2011, 05:19 PM
Yes indeed the city starts from the gutter and reaches for the sky. those children of yesterday who were out liveing the side walk are truly the holders of knowledge of our town as they are the ones who have walked it, seen it, felt it, been endowed by it and suffered from it.
Yes a statue is worthy! a huge statue two hundred story's high of the Gutter snipe we so quickly over look even though we walk over the main stay of their lives every day?
Gutter snipes are the true preachers of Side walk talk
eggnog
January 16th, 2011, 12:07 PM
I don't like gangs. Pennsylvania could have shown some legal credibility and investigated them.
Slade
January 22nd, 2011, 03:08 PM
"The wicked trees". not much of a statement unless you are feeling small and surrounded by these strange things that branch out and magically sprout so many buds that flower and leaf.
These gangs we climb and swing from and take shade from and use for fire wood.
and oh! the evil squirrels that roam the wicked trees.:p
Why worry or feel hate if one gang wont investigate another?
Life is not about dwelling upon the ignorance of others.
eggnog
January 22nd, 2011, 03:37 PM
Doubt will always be more powerful than faith; but the firebrand stronger than the agnostic, so I look at it this way, astute readers realize that the sum total probity of coincidences in this case is zero, meanwhile the brush off and the tall tales unfold. A richer man could take refuge from the mobs within the matrix, a poet can only sit and observe.
Version : Tycoon Public Relations
eggnog
December 24th, 2010, 09:12 AM
Q. What about the future?
A. I don’t really have much to say. When people can be that cruel to someone injured that badly they cease to have any language you can communicate back with, except violence and I’ve not wanted to give them what they were trying to get, until now. Now that I’m sure my testimony is online, I’m ready to fight back if I have to. For the future, I think people should use the love and strength inside them to defeat Midori and the Beatles, as they deserve, first in their hearts, then in human history, and to put down the AIDS victims, the Queerbasque, through police action and justified government suppression, since they turned out to be a fifth column, tragic as that may seem to those still able to muster sympathy for people that sickening. At least that is what I am trying to do, not that I expect many people to follow in my footsteps. Gabriel already happened, so, it is just a matter of testifying and living with the fact that people didn’t want to hear about it, just like what Europe did to the Jews, which is how they predicted everything, especially in respect to cowardly, cowardly, cowardly the an English.
Q. Do you think that Affirmative Action, now that you actually know how loathsome Black Americans are, do you think Affirmative Action is Eugenics?
A. This case made scum of the Civil Rights Movement, because of how smart Adolf Hitler was, and how determined the maggot Reagan, and I will never forgive them and I will never be the same, I will never be human again, I’ll always be thoroughly destroyed, alive because I have found hate for Britain, a hate darker and more horrid than my father’s for Germany. By the way, you might be interested to know that I’m forcing myself to read a book about Pre-Hitler (from the time before Hitler) German genius. I may fail. I was crying, gagging really, on the bus trying to force myself to read about that vomit bag nation, brutally trying to force myself to believe there was something there other than what they did to the Jews and then the Jews got the Civil Rights Movement to do to me, and I couldn’t bear it, I could read three pages. Then I stopped. Just stopped. Fuck that. But I have decided to try and read that smug, stupid book.
But no, Affirmative Action is not Eugenics, although I doubt Obama and his krauttrusters understand that fact, indeed, I can testify that they don’t. You see, Affirmative Action is predicated on the idea that there is insufficient opportunity for Black people because of prejudice, both past and present. Which is true and needs to be addressed. Eugenics is based on the idea of scarcity, and justification for murder. In this sense Obama is a Eugenic President, not a remedial action, not racial progress, just the new vicious face of racialism, handed down by the Gestapo of HitlerRabies Peter Gabriel and his Tycoon, Public Relations Company, calling Mandela and his chums, The Elders, full knowing they conned their way out of prison by selling out the AIDS generation.
Peter Gabriel should be arrested. I would cheer it for all I was worth. He ran a drug collection pawnbroker service for the mass murderers who released AIDS trying to get testimony about his rancid sell out stopped. There has never been a more ferocious, horrid, lying, murdering, facelying scum in human history, not once, not ever, than Peter Gabriel. He used Amnesty International for rape, torture and mass murder. It is an unbelievable act of atrocity. It is so horrible that I cannot speak. A child rapist for peace.
I’ll explain what HitlerRabid English did. Then it’s on record, maybe someone will care someday. I was mauled and brutally tortured as a child by British Labor, King Crimson and some Israeli attaches practicing Robert Fripp’s sickening brand of eugenics. It was an attack on the United States by foreigners who see America as a foreign resource, eager to exploit and promote, in order to help exploit, our dialogue of inclusiveness. They deafened me and put me on Social Security as a public warning to Immigrant Advocates about what will happen to even American advocates for human rights.
Now Peter Gabriel is distinctly and very, very Mellon. After the British earmarked me in this way, as a road sign warning against Immigrant aspirations, they played a Bush game of let’s flip that allegation, and they straightforth to turn those whom we advocated for, as a family with human rights convictions, on us. This is the You Sue End Door Game. Bush got the King Family to rape a retarded girl convicted, as she was, for protecting a deaf white suck who was gassed in Kings Estate, tortured me horribly, horribly again, raping deaf Jeannie, for nothing would they stop, for nothing. Gabriel tried (and to some extend, to my surprise and love failed) to get poor Chinese, Filipino and other Asian groups to justify battering me in homelessness and regarding me as a experimental item for sadism. He got the Gay Community to act like Willard, sneering at the rats, to, “tear him up.” They got Midori Goto to playact as a lure, a person who might help me, and then cacklingly poisoning me in the stomach and heart, and tearing my life in half and making me a half-life.
Nothing recreationally amuses with more vile incisiveness than a Japanese sadist.
I am much too young for such heart problems, digestive problems, that scares me most, cataracts. Much too young. We are talking about forty years of victimization at the hands of terroristic, criminal sadism. I believe we should be at war with England over Mt. Desert Island, John Heinz, Pussyball and 911. If Robert Fripp were hanged I would gladly kick the chair. Eagerly.
Gabriel was in place also with Dr. Peg Simons and Vicki Funari to galavant that all the abused women in the world should unite in hate for deaf Jeannie that she protected me from their absurd claim that a letter, a simple letter, that didn’t even say what they alledged, that they tortured me for twenty more years trying to get to say what they demanded it say, justified torture and rape. For nothing would they stop. If I was a United States Governor I would order a S.W.A.T. Action to shoot Peter Gabriel if he did not turn himself in immediately to a warrant for his arrest. He is behind 911, Mt. Desert Island and almost certainly Gail Burstyn.
Let’s turn to Gail Burstyn’s partner, Leslie Katz, in whose name the AIDS virus was released on all humanity.
It seems to me that there is a huge and transparent discrepancy in their story about me being a danger to Leslie Katz. She splay eagled night after night after night for a year to my tongue and emerged a virgin. Given this sort of absurd contradiction to their claims, you have to ask by what order of magnitude are these vermin willing to lie to protect what is in fact a profiteering landstake in mass murder? I’m not an English. I don’t think mass spectacles like KISS are anything but something you do once in ten years for diversion, the world doesn’t revolve around Ringo Starr’s boogerwear napkin. And they want it to, in service and promotion of Leslie Katz, of all the goddamn things, named in the Pussyball Virgin Fight Letters, obviously indicating her role in AIDS being manmade, obviously. It was all a brazen set up.
Strange to ignor such a discrepancy to such a Jeannie-raping extreme. They really exampled me to a Bork fascist pleasure/pain mysticism of sacrificial hate crime. I am the walrus is one goddamn smug thing to call it.
The an English claim it is to help the victims, as it turns out helping the victims is not the only mandate in our society. Preventing outrage, crime, spread of disease, protecting people’s right to know, the truth of human history, defending ourselves from usurpation by unknown persons capable of such ruthless destruction is also an important principle and mandate. Iwas trying to secure the truth and I was reckless in my behavior to the extent that I was willing to draw fire and possibly die as an earmarked scapegoat in the effort to prove that it was a study, a military act, and premeditated, all manmade, viciously singling me out, but I am not willing to die now that I have proven it, and certainly not to entertain Hitler rabid English and I am certainly not willing to just entertain a bunch of good for nothing hypocrits who felt upstaged. AIDS victims or not.
Give us the entertainment, Ringo bellowed. Arnold Schwarzenegger sees it as a good deal to keep me talking, an investment of copyright claims by the guilty, something for titillation and morale until the whole things blows over, and Tom Waits comes back on tour. The nature of reality.
The truth of this is that Britain murders people who whistleblow on them, and this is a case they want to be a grave, grave warning to others.
eggnog
December 24th, 2010, 09:13 AM
If you support me, when the British rabid call it a good story, hate them, because there has never been such a facelie. When they call it love, hate them with anything in your soul and pray to God to have sufficient strength to survive encounter with such vicious psychopathy and sadism. They set the whole thing up for a performance. Kill the English! They are maggots. Don’t darken my doors with AIDS grievance because I don’t give a shit and I will kill you first before I allow you to take my name into a fait accompli. Believe me I don’t give a shit if you have AIDS. That’s your problem and if you support The Beatles, sucker. Believe me, I hate you. My only regret is that I won’t live long enough to see more of them dead. A dead English is the only time you can look at a dead man’s face and truly be glad.
I’m entitled by law to defend myself from the faggot who tortured me and I am going to do so.
Q. Midori Goto?
A. Never. I’m just an old Jew documenting the holocaust for a pipe dream of AIDS Nuremberg.
The an English rabid claimed in an attempt to justify destroying the evidence of what they did that I was profiteering, but an artist/poet is entitled to the fruits of their labor. When I speak of profiteering, I mean the crude, drooling premeditation of the Hitler rabid English, and their partners like Will Zell Broome, the cult of India in pharmaceuticals who knew this was coming and invested in the program. That’s how Nancy Reagan pretended to care about the human dimension.
Q. Is Aung San Suu Kyi a Hitler Rabid?
A. Is she not? To justify the rape of a retarded girl like Jeannie over a letter to a pig like Leslie Katz?
Q. I’ve heard about Ultrahigh. What does your conscience say?
A. Don’t give in to those shits.
They abuse me so horribly with voices. You cannot imagine the suffering. I am doubled over in tears and stomach acid and they blare: Rosine is laughing her fucking ass off, over and over and over at satanic volumes right into my psyche. Don’t give in to those shits. That’s what my conscience says.
I’m not a writer. If you want to know what they did to me, read Jim Marrs about Lee Harvey Oswald’s mother, how bereft, terribly sad and lonely she was. You can’t forgive mistreatment this severe. It’s impossible. Aung San is just a frustrated bully taking it out on someone at the cue of the an English rabid who publish her and make her famous, royal and mysterian, to sell their autographs.
Midori Goto is a goddamn rabid animal Get her the hell away from me.
HELP POLICE
POLICE
MURDERER
Jeannie raping stinkbag from Osaka
POLICE!
HELP POLICE
MURDERER
RAPING STINKBAG FROM OSAKA
PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME
MURDERER
MURDERER
eggnog
December 24th, 2010, 10:49 AM
Q. How do you feel about the Gay-on-Pornography hate crime?
A. Other than its hypocrisy? I think it shows you the degree to which Operation Rescue infiltrated Gay Society for its aims using kamikazis like Sean Strub.
The times in which Jimmy Crary was tortured were times in which the Beatles' Generation tended towards advocacy of drug use; despite this being true, it was still a cover story in how I was tortured, so overpowering a cover story, that Paul McCartney criminalized drug use and demanded that a child be held to account, old news, ignoring circumstances, evidence of beatings, trauma, the lengths I went to trying to get help, never acknowledging an obligation to capture the guilty, all very strange behavior. He convinced Gays that support for their killers was macho.
The selling point of Mt. Desert Island, which they invented, is that law doesn't apply and that it was a Two Virgins war game that proved my quest for virginity. The rest of it, the evidence of my protest, my testimony as the source of insight into what was happening, all that is subordinate to the ideological principle of Ringo Starr's partnership in holy war with Reagan.
They made me a utility function and the King Family had a hemorraghue because they disputed my sainthood. My potential as a writer, my rights as an individual, in a protected class of disability, none of that mattered. This case made good people into bad people and I think in fact that is Paul McCartney's nature.
Q. How did Crary will be a loser become doctrine?
A. First, it's cheap crowd control. The Jewish Community were looking for the perfect kill, a kid who was spoiled and whining who no one would care about or like or defend. They attacked and disabled my family. There won't be many strange people doing anything but laughing when it ends in the street in shit jeans dead of early cancer which is what Real Change wants, the Andrea Swimmer investors.
Q. Why did you provoke them?
A. The Gays in Seattle are humiliated by the truth and they want a pretext for doing damage. They are going to arrive at a pretext by any means necessary, just like Hitler would, so I might as well give them their pretext and get it over with. I'm sure they sit around going, "Let's stick this in his food, let's stick that in his blood, let's kill his sister, let's make him afraid of this or that thought and torture him until we force it out." If I don't Apologize to Yoko Ono Dr. White will maybe like it's not pancreatic cancer yet, maybe, or Hep B, but it's serious and they know what to do, they can induce tardives, for example.
The police already want to just pick me up. They aren't going to say, "Mac finally smacked one of those fuckers in that cult circling him since butchering him in childhood." They're going to say, "He was hearing voices and attacked an innocent person unprovoked.
Gregoire managed to isolate me with those voices, cold moronic voices in the psyche resonating on my deep thinking processes as I try to fall asleep, resonant on the frayed nerves of the neuroplasm:
laughed himself sick
(pause)
laughed himself sick
laughed himself sick
many hundreds of times. I sit up like I'm drowning. It's horrid.
Yet this Apology they demand it would be like Apology to Japan from Eugene Sledge, one of the only men to write me how sorry he was about my getting deafened the way I was, and yet oddly, that's what the old breed seem to be demanding.
The way the Japanese pulled this off is terribly scary.
eggnog
December 24th, 2010, 11:00 AM
Q. Do you really believe that Bowie and The Rolling Stones were in on this crime?
A. You cannot deny the signs. The word, "Apostrophe" sums it up, a catastrophe and a fight over the spoil's, that's mine.
Torture was cheap crown control for the Zappas. Tony Levin's mindset about Mt. Desert Island, his wallet two-tonguery, is while proving AIDS manmade and I only to blame, it also proves that Lennon lives and AIDS is nuh really manmade, myuh! This we call the ineffable of the Levin wallet.
None of it was legal, it was abomination, but the word games are clever and they convinced people who were down and out anyway, wow, "one of them" is a really mystical phrase, man. They preyed on the fundamental childishness of black people.
In 1985, I was in a position to really help get word out and stop Reagan. There's nothing now. They are primed to just incinerate me. Ringo Starr says I'm the walrus so that means he is the soul catcher. Everyone knows it is abomination. The Attorney General of Washington even said so in a letter, but the Secretary of State would have to stop Ringo and no one is going to admit that Schwarzenegger has a cyber-invention that can resonate thought directly into the head. Hard to see why not. That's why Obama chose Rev. Wright, like if man were meant to think for himself, he wouldn't be a patent of Wings, get it? That's why Steve Thompson never speaks out about AIDS being manmade, I'm sure. He can't afford to be the next victim. Midori Goto worked with Dr. Petronilla Vaulx-Smith to say it runs in the family, ya'know?
I thought about applying for my Section 8 Port, but the only hope of getting the Parrsons brainbeam shut down is Apology. By the time I get my port Dr. White will have poisoned my kidneys for Reagan. My swallowing mechanism already goes kah kad da kit kit kit glaugh when I try to eat a pastry with coffee. The Medical Community in Chinatown are really, really nice, wonderful people, but like I say, this case makes bad people of good, and they are at the point, we really liked you, Mac, but you're a slanderer.
They don't look at the role that slander plays in how I was tortured. They don't admit to experimenting on me even though it's obvious. Unions can say, you're a slanderer when you aren't. That's one of the things they are good for. It's why they don't come online and debate the issues, they send in trigger messages and enforce. Police don't care.
Still, I have to consider all the men who men who were tortured by Hitler. I still can't bring myself to surrender an Apology. No matter what the Associated Press and the hypocritical, stupid Gays think, Apology to Yoko Ono translates as: Thank you for killing so many niggers and faggots, that's really cool, Yoko.
Version : The Apostle of Hope
eggnog
December 24th, 2010, 07:06 PM
Green River slick assholery (no one will ever care).
As if going through life deaf with a formerly abusive mother playing dumb about torture isn't bad enough, but I ran a collegiate investigation into an AIDS testing political action clocked by aggressors in advance to the Onslaught and scum in Seattle, New York and London pretended they knew what wuzzup to sabotague attempts to secure meaningful and timely intervention.
The Gays have it that if I do not surrender to their assassins for profit (as they have done) then I think I'm better than them and deserve to die.
Seattle's a wierd place. I remember how hearts went out in sympathy to the Green River killer. Most interesting. They also embrace Peter Gabriel whose murder and terror over the innocent dwarfs such a Norman Bates. They bray without end about Leslie Katz, but have no remorse about deaf Jeannie. They call car thieves from the Ku Klux Klan their kinsman, but a man who was brutally kidnapped and tortured as a child is their hate object.
They blame me for letters sent to me as a child during to say the least a very troubled time, but have nothing but mercy and protection for the author of the letters. They crow about my sex life, while putting up a huge defense of their own miscreancy. They are rapists, we are victims of rape, therefore we offend them.
It's not that the readers of Eggnog Corner are too stupid to understand. They can grok the meaning of a child gassed in a place called Kings Estate under direction of holocaust survivors. They can in fact understand that using a terroristic neuro-chemical in order to make a statement about "the enemy within" is loading the issue of "content of one's character" highly disreputably, but you see, some pedophile homosexual sadists have been contracted to latch onto their victim, and that's a whole lot more politically correct than helping a deaf person report atrocity.
Peter Gabriel has it that his alibi about Mt. Desert Island, concerning Leslie Katz, which is as vicious and vacuous as it is empty, is so slick and encompassing that no one need look at how perfectly it fits into the war game, how erroneous his interpretation of my letter and behavior are; and he thinks it is so slick that he can extend it to a Union Vice Prison War Game that states unless I die or suffer insane and unspeakable depravities at his hand, no one ever need entertain the idea that his lunacy is accomplice fiction.
Vaclav Havel apparently believes, even though he says morality is important, that no one will ever notice that he set upon a deaf library clerk who had a family, whose life was already shattered, and destroyed me in the name of a war game, even if I go to my death in defiance of him, that no one will ever reach the logical conclusion: Crary was telling the truth about Will Zell Broome. Havel is gambling that he can more or less hide behind the perfidy of the Beatles forever and ever.
That no one will ever care.
Peter Gabriel has it that alliance with Adolf Hitler, George Bush, Will Zell (proven to have had prior knowledge of AIDS), Gail Burstyn (proven to have authored Lennon assassination letters), and Leslie Katz, (proven to have instigated the war game of Two Virgins) is in fact alliance with good and the avenue of hope, and if I choose another path he will visit upon me the Angel of Despair, an HIV injection and worse.
Gabriel has said that he didn't think anyone would take him seriously if he entered politics. He is the type of person to not take seriously by taking very seriously his lack of seriousness.
Peter Gabriel is a child-raping accomplice in mass murder and he is also criminally insane.
eggnog
December 25th, 2010, 12:26 PM
Millions diecide ~ Gail Burstyn, 1974
What would you think of a scheme to transform the blood by injecting the blood with semen? ~ Will Zell Broome, 1981
Experience Park! I've been talking to artists and technologists with the experience park in mind ~ Peter Gabriel, 1988
Will Zell Broome was the ringleader of Gabriel's Experience Park conducted in concert with Gailforce
