The essay that follows, as all such essays online: The Rookers: An Appeal to Seattle University Law School is copyright Steven Arnold Thompson 2012, legislative aide, West Virginia Legislature, by James MacRyland Crary.
In the Summer of 1973, while visiting my grandparents in Poplar Bluff, MO, I came across a copy of The Rookies, a novel by Joseph Wambaugh, and between sessions with grandma picking a pattern, cutting light blue denim, sewing at the machine, making button holes, and creating a denim shirt/light weight jacket, I read about police jobs, their deaths, the circumstances of crime, the artillery of enforcement and the drama of victimization. One scene however rings very true. It was a vice action in a glory hole where illicit men came for anonymous sex. Pounced on by a half dozen plainclothes officer suddenly and without warning, the john starts shouting incomprehendingly, "Help! Police!"
When dealing with circumstances surrounding a disliked individual, an effective cover story is powerful and causes a good deal of suffering. It is important to understand who subscribes to the cover story advanced allowing a cold-blooded murder to take place at Emerald Clubhouse of Sound Mental Health right now, and where the hype comes from authorizing its illicit adoption. I have been given an offer and a demand by Seattle Art Museum, The Warhol Museum, Yoko Ono and British Labor Party. I have said no. You know what that means. If you do not, you can look up the name Shannon Harps, murdered by a deranged slasher, believing himself acting out a matter of principle, in Capitol Hill outside the clubhouse in the last months of our former Mayor, Greg Nickels' term of office.
According to Congressman Jim McDermott, there really is no legal issue, although he conceeds, as did the United States District Court and Superior Court that there is no hope for representation and the cause is all but lost despite being completely true legally. McDermott stated that Ono and the Labor Party violated the laws with what they claimed was a Scared Straight Program about AIDS on Mt. Desert Island. Such a Scared Straight Program would have had to have been passed by Congress. Because Reagan was President, in touch with Ono, and known to have been violating the Laws of Congress, as in the case of Iran-Contra, it was presumed as a matter of course that he had this license to do hate crime against a Pitt News editorialist. Contradicting me that it was a hate crime, Oliver Stone, who printed my name in Cineaste Film Quarterly and Asian Cult Cinema, stated that it was justified by a script in which I was accurately profiled. He does not explain since when people are mistreated that way simply because they fit a profile, nor does he halt when shown to have commited identity crime. His profile of me to justify what he did included a reckless driving incident at Kelly Elementary School. I was the passenger who quit the job in fury. They claimed, libelously, Oliver Stone, Tom O'Connor (the owner of the van) and Ming Na Wen, that I was the driver. In other words, they are calling this profile: Justified Identity Crime, and have advanced a Death Sentence, again without the overt will of Congress or the courts.
You would think those facts alone would be enough to deter further sacreligious abuses against my mortally stricken body. I have been tortured, my loved one was raped, I'm deaf, I have nuisance eyesight from blind spots, a permanently ruptured facial nerve, total deafness, they poisoned my heart requiring daily medication and now my stomach, requiring daily medication, and, you guessed it, for nothing will they stop. Having applied for my Section 8 voucher to go back East, after being lured here, supposedly to protect me, by ADWAS, abused deaf advocates, The Green Party, a murderous procurer named Carolyn Hale and Sound Mental Health are moving swiftly to execute a grand finale, claiming a presumption for authority in a case they leer is their word against mine. The clubhouse itself has become a mob-like environment offering the aspect of closing ranks behind the idea: If we feed you we get to batter you.
What deal are they closing with this Grand Finale? The joke of a disliked person's ability to defend themselves legally. Central to their argument is their claim that elicit spy-cam wired apartment observation of midlife masturbation, a result of their own violence and isolating cordone towards me is legitimate, which included a home invasion by an attack prostitute named Rosa Monteleone hired by Rosa Clemente for the Green Party when I was still in Pittsburgh as a lead up to the rape of my best friend, a deaf girl with Downs Syndrome named Jeannie. There is nothing dangerous about my private and clean coping with having been tortured and used as an object lesson in a deranged hate crime. It wouldn't be worth mentioning if they hadn't stabbed someone. Imagine someone being stabbed because it was necessary for a lady to change her tampon.
The issue is AIDS and the fact that I don't have it, or if I do, which would have to be confirmed, because they decided they have the right to murder me with AIDS infection deliberately. I have been sexually inactive over twenty years due to this attack on my privacy rights. I have received a handwritten threat by them claiming that they have this right to inject me, spelled out very clearly and so threatening to do. They are demanding my life's work as an exchange against further acts of personal atrocity. Police laugh. As a function of spin control they claim that victims of AIDS are entitled by rights to an illegal network of piracy. They are converted to this thought. Engaging in argumentation with them will go nowhere. My deafness is not a handicap in their view, my victimization does not matter. Before demonstrating why my work would have objective historical value, I want to show my point of view about the war game they wrote an alibi for which Jim McDermott called already illegal. The reason this is important is because unintentionally, but very factually, the reality of what happened is so much worse than the crime that McDermott conceeds they authored that it serves as a safeguard against their being accused. In other words, no one will ever accuse them of what they really did, so the illegality of what they say they did doesn't matter.
Surprisingly perhaps while I'm sure they feel it would be nice to get away with it, no one in the Mt. Desert Island operation in question, called a Scared Straight Program, cares if they get caught, not even for what they really did. They have rubbed everyone's face in the truth and laughed, daring anyone to say what happened, other than me. They are depicting it as a grand painting of delusion and fraud, a statement, of merit and art value, nevermind the murders.
Clearly there is a time and a place to present what they really did, which is release the AIDS virus, and what this says about their legal culprit in office: President Obama. The script in my house was about King's murder as well as John Lennon's. President Obama is legally an ally of Dr. King's assassins and wants to compensate by what he construes as proper distribution of the spoils. He has accused me, erroneously, of juvenile car theft, to cover up kidnapping. He is a fine one to accuse someone of car theft. At best, President Obama is a trusted driver of a stolen car, promising to get everyone from station to station as safely as possible. He is a consolation prize given to America by those who killed Kennedy. They claimed in their script that JFK had to die in order to fulfill the liberal dream. There are too many people they said. There is a noble obligation by the victims to die. The extremism this script has unleashed could only have been hoped for by the Reagan machine who did it when they killed Lennon for which the script held me to blame. How ugly and depraved Obama's criminal personality is in his advocacy for the horrible selfishness of Yoko Ono is laid bare.
Choosing me had its roots in my father's post war service as a Naval Veteran in the Liberian Peace Corps, where Franz Fanon, author of the book Wretched of the Earth, staged his missionary and legendary trek. Father was also a human rights author as early as 1949. Making this a poor-on-poor gladiator sport, inciting AIDS victims on two bitterly traumatized deaf people, in a high stakes spoils fight is attended by the nattering of corporate atrocitarians, an Auction Crary system, tampering violently with the fineness of a mind raised by my father, rendered a terrifying slave spectacle.
The showdown is deadly. LaMonte, their agent, at the clubhouse is probably dying. Dr. Sarah Speck (Sarah SS) has scheduled an exam to study their experiment giving me a stomach gas disorder on my damaged heart. It causes heart belches. If it is also a strange experiment to use gas to help dislodge my facial neuroplasm they certainly didn't present it to me as such. It has caused noctural optical gaseous events. There is no question that poison crimes have taken place. They are daring me to break from their routine. I have not refused compromise. I have asked President Obama for an armistice, asked him to state that he is indeed driving a stolen car into which he was planted by legal processes long tested and honored but that despite this he is determined to drive our nation to safety. His response has been: never. He will not reckon that the evidence in question is a result of my own hard work and he will commission murder rather than allow me to be recognized as a victim of torture.
I don't know why. It appears that his accomplice is very grave.
If they succeed in taking my manuscripts from my nephew Steven, I hope they film the scene as masked men waving pistols and shouting, "Everyone sit down! This manuscript is going to Havana, Cuba!" It would be a reasonable comparison morally to such a plane hijacking.
Stealing my book under property laws is in reality an attempt to suppress information about what I investigated. It just seems cleaner to use the Museum authorities, who call it a sick prank, filled with interest, than it would invoking National Security Laws and in finality acknowledge the hand of HitlerReagan, because the erroneous claim that he didn't know has been their license.
The simpleton idea that the AIDS Combein, their agents, were threatened is central to this property grab. Oh, but I say, they natter, politely, all we did was not really release AIDS and then use him as a testing guinea pig. How dare he threaten us? How dare he say such a thing? Did I actually threaten them? No. There is no such word or deed in the lead up to their abomination. They tried to make it appear that a neuroplasm they impacted was self-inflicted and their construct observation of a neuro-aggressive injury. They tampered, hired attack prostitutes, and even filmed the rape of my deaf girlfriend. Dexter King personally advanced the argument that non-violence towards those who released AIDS is a cultural mandate of celebrity status. He sees his father's moralism as a fad to justify rape and theft.
I know what they did, of course. From Rosa to porno in Section 8 Housing they authorized using me as an "X-ample", a term put in quotation marks because it is found in their script, a young man who was purposefully used and rejected "again and again and again" in a MANDATORY SECRET GOVERNMENT POLITICAL ACTION INTENDED TO CREATE A STAGED SPECTACLE OF SERIAL ABORTION BY PAID CONTRACT PROSTITUTES OPERATING UNDERCOVER WITHOUT IDENTIFYING THEMSELVES ~ with violent death threats upon me should I fail to "perform for them". Never guess what this script is called? I am the Walrus.
Putting someone who is suffering from neurobedient trauma into the homeless situation as they did in a state of terrible trauma, surrounding by persons in a wolfpack who feel aggrieved and angry towards their prisoner is deadly on the psychological level. The psychiatrists on duty also know very militarily how to prey on the mind. Programmatic paranoidization of a hypnotized mind suffering neurotrauma was pork barrel stuff for Veteran Administraton authoritarians. I am not the only mental health client who has been used that way. Jeffrey Keefer suffered from the delusion that HIV was coming through the showers when he was in the State Hospital due to trigger phenomenon hypnosis. Making a violated mind flip out is a great way to generate both interest in and acceptance of a grand scheme cover story for profit. In this context, by example, Roman Catholic hostility towards me came from the Filipino Community. Perhaps this is a delusion, but after I ate an eggroll at the corner Joanne Aquino was outside among three men on bicycles with headphones and a tuft of food stuck between my teeth where I have a bacterial infection that refuses to heal despite dental intervention, and the gap between two molars is deepening in the gum. This militia, called Hidden Pun, have three refrains in such a psychological act of surgery:
1. With six you get eggroll.
2. Credibility gap.
3. Guardian Unlimited Murder (British Labor).
I am just a defeated person holding on, but I know what this means in terms of power and authority, law and morality. Class division is central to Ringo Starr's idea of "justified theft". It's all preference and desperation for buccaneers.
Mac Crary
deaf person
Chinatown
