What Sound Mental Health has already gotten away with under the false pretenses of enforcing a grievance obviously negates the pretense itself. Their foundation for torture was rotten, malicious, and misconstrued and their tactic of incitement is noxious appeal to a mob scene hoping and knowing it would steamroll. It is too slovenly even to qualify as organized crime. The offense is atrocity.
Obscure facts do not gather interest towards political testimony, but all the same Unit 731 was the Japanese torture chamber, the most odious Gestapo under Hitler. Their needle in the ear humors were aimed at dementing the human soul. Today (I am not jesting) they go by Amnesty International from where they commit mutilation, rape, torture, kidnapping, poison crimes, bombings and released the AIDS virus, this time without naming Hitler openly, finding the personality cult of Diamond Dogs and Andy Warhol more snug.
Recovery can sometimes mean truth and I'm certainly not going to sit here and pretend that I don't know what you've done deliberately to my heart, face, stomach, lungs and ears, leaving me shattered forever. It was political, and prominent people made the decide to use false witness calling it principle, insubstantial allegations like "adultery" to commission a cover up and author new acts of mutilation, pursuant unspeakable humilitation.
Takes you back, as they say in Pittsburgh.
Tactically I proved very useful. Society, my own house, the limits of childhood, fear, all create circuit breakers in the developing mind. I wasn't a prodigy, just a kid. The kidnapping horrors and rains of punishing brutalizations I endured in gradeschool were factually and caustically manufactured by the mind who created the films: Night of the Living Dead, Last House on the Left, Don't Look in the Basement, Death Camp 7 and so on. Reagan Era blasphemies, The Exorcist and they left a script; planted it on me, for human interest. They are after this script, thinking it a wonderful thing.
Even before I knew the extent of what had been done nor who all is involved, I blew the whistle long, hard and loudly. All anyone could say was, "He's trying to pull something." At the expense of my right and ability to have a career and children? At the expense of my heart, stomach and lungs? I suppose you buy it that I am really that sort of person, sicko.
The content of the letters of Gail Burstyn has matching content with what is on Diamond Dogs by Bowie and nobody adult was clarvoyant enough to ask: "I wonder why they all is up to really?" The ideology they espoused was supposedly about Warhol being pulled out of an oxygen tent asking for the latest party, and they weren't going to depict Jimmuh queebait crying and screaming, screaming, screaming for his life!
Obama was going to come get some deaf Jeannie raping instead as a lackey of Hollywood USA President Ringo Starr blaming me for the death of John Lennon and mutilating my life to wrack up the curiosity value of the script, in order to cover up what was really done to me, under false pretenses, manufacture and libel, purposefully and long pre-ordained, on Mt. Desert Island.
An atrocity Sound Mental Health continues to advance for the same sicko ends: cold-blooded profiteer.
For a long while I tried to comprehend why a woman like Midori Goto, who incited this beastial mistreatment, would gravitate towards child-rapists in homage and why Ringo Starr would glamorize as "gluecifers" child-molesters notorious for breaking into houses and shitting on the tables while Jewish Union custodians bukkake'd little Jimmy in his sleep? I realized looking at a new image making its round in the Asian cybernetic industry of late, that of a troubadour girl playing flute while piteously being given the Jimmuh Creary treatment.
Ringo Starr IS a Pitman. He uses his millions in Santa Monica to burst into houses like the one at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. in D.C. just to shit on the table. Under his stage direction Sound Mental Health has engaged in cruel and despicable, unheard of and deranged mistreatment in an odious boondoggle intended to deny my victimization which has been described by the Attorney General's Office as "horrendous."
Queen Elizabeth allowed British Labor and Reagan to do this to Kennedy's Camelot and their heirs because treachery is the only remaining defense of her Monarchal perogatives and she required twisted foreign control of Pentagon-Disney to allow this, the Italian Job of all time. Peter Gabriel has gotten away with butchery and felonous acts of beastiality through such institutions as Sound Mental Health for years and years and years, claiming his license that Reagan didn't know, a dubious, refutable claim, but with which the British, in hatred, stealth and unprecedented backstabblery, reconquered America with the Trojan Horse of John "Ono" Lennon.
I liked Winston better, filthy rotten English.
Death Camp: Part Two
I don't know where the claim I raped Linda Herrington comes from but I suspect Robert Fripp's vicious defense of Gail Burstyn and Mt. Desert Island, not Linda Herrington, are behind the crime. She did, after all, sometime after our conjugal relation, invite me to her grandmother's wake; I accepted and saw her lying in state.
In making overblown plays on Fundy (Fundamentalist) sentiment about copulating in the 70's The Fripps have tried to create a mystique sanctifying Mancine's violent pedophile trafficking of whose arrange Linda was clearly a foil hoping for some sort of benediction on their inhuman exploitation of me by manufacture of a guilty conscience through mental abuse conditioning, consequent of traumatic obedience to terror hate criminals.
Probably the fact that the murderers in question used his acid rock to create an environment of pseudo-enlightenment was a huge role in the selective ideas The Fripps hold about loyalty.
Conjuring ghostly stories was not a Gail Burstyn monopoly. Jenny Rubin, Jirus, Bill Rodd and Don Ostro all gave bray to ponderous weird tales meant to conjure abstraction, laughter and the willies. Small wonder than their seriousness in the midst of such bedlam should need to be found in context. The Fripps are struggling to hide and remodel the context not least out of the tragic shame in their house.
Overload breakers were deployed by Midori Goto in cultivation of their profiler crime through Hypatia Feminist Philosophy Journal. Unfortunately for Fripp, Mt. Desert Island was not Paul McCartney and elite queers only defending themselves. The sort of complex Leslie Katz purposefully cultivated in an environment of post-traumatic deafness, peer ridicule and college rejection does not in fact implicate me in a predisposition to do date rape as these vicious spy cam morbids claimed in the lead up to their filming of deaf Jeannie's rape. To the contrary, casting much light on their fraud and the true nature of their support for Matt Marcus burning Noel and Page "to bring them back to reality" he said by burning their arms with hot pokers from the fireplace, leading to hospitalization after gangrene developed in one of their wounds; typical behavior from the acid rockers at MisterRogers Neighborhood who came up with ARTEK Tony and the Kelly School incident.
You would think that given the evidence that the explanation for Mt. Desert Island was a control scenario ruse set up by a drama club through staged episodings by Hollywood for Hollywood in an advanced psychiatric malpractice outrage, a war crime premeditated and clocked to the AIDS Onslaught, evidence for which proves their profile the opposite of psychologically consistent with their predictions about me, that persons interested in something more societally useful than commissioning fraud to confiscate and inflate artwork, denying me manhood, and currying to a brutal English rapist who belongs in a dogpound would step forwards.
Union corruption to maintain judicial loyalty in King County resembles Klan dominion in 50's Ruleville, Mississippi. Unlike the vicious little burghers doing tribute at Sound Insane Asylum, I am not interested in passing through the ideological Checkpoint Charlee of their cunning, fascist domination and war game that leads to the Superdoor. A grand conspiracy of adoption towards a crime of holocaust calling itself love is a despicable mask, nor does love define the right to exist.
Reagan cannot be exonerated. I was there. The evidence is too deadly, so his idea has always been to brutalize and auction me. Seeing his Confederate Black Minutemen, favorites like Colin Powell, braying over the slave in lashings on the block for spoils no doubt gave him monstrous stroke.
