The attorney, Amanda Harcourt, assigned on me by Penis Gabriel for The Beatles, failed to refute the evidence that what is an ongoing situation with Trump since Kennedy is in fact an International Banking Heist in which they pulled a megatrick by network strings.  My birthname was conjured for the Hollywood field day.   My birth arrangements was one of Don’s jokes.  Harcourt came representing murderers in government who play acted as though they were psychologically too retarded to receive factual information.  While behaving this way, never addressing their partnership in agency with the truly guilty, subjecting me to all sorts of infamy because I was unaware of what their agency had done, as though this transfer of blame was holy war, they banged on and on that I should be acclaimed as a defender of an Alamo.  This is important because four more Kennedy have been done in by this kill cult professing their targeting of innocent people is a righteous Alamo.

       Psychologically, attempting to reason with judges, police or newspapers becomes a form of warfare against the deliberately braindead.  The only available weapon is calm reason which causes them no end of gesticulation, a form of communication that they genuinely despise.  Two images come to mind, one from John Stockwell who stalked me in 1987 on my birthday, describes being unable to break contact with tormenters in torture situations, you reach out, you reason; another was fictional, Ayn Rand’s Steve Mallory saying when faced with a beast of prey you could enter into the most valid and profound moments of reason and it would just stare at you in evil.    Underwriting this Federal proclivity to laugh in spite at the deranged by fright is the syndicated plumbing of Red Scare tactics.  If you love Kennedy you must sympathize with that queer Oswald.  If you think assassins targeted Wuhan, you must support Red China, and so on.  Warhol could have easily designed a world where famous dictators matter more than your ex-girlfriends in jeopardy.

         Amanda Harcourt is a sick, sick woman, genuinely deranged, morbid with bloodthirst and yet she has engineered, despite there no longer being any rational basis for doubt that I have been right all along, Covid came from the AIDS attackers, she has hotwired her brutal program around that fact, laughing in our faces.   The pattern whereby Seattle attacked me in Pittsburgh, got me to Tacoma with the help of Mr. Mein Kemph, welcome me by a signal from Jay Inslee and then poisoned me in my mouth such that I may lose my teeth during covid, is a sickening gesture from Trump’s Ivy League British Rock Stars behind the nightmare of evil.   They created what my sister calls a series of “high jinxes” so that they could cloak the dagger of their betrayal of trust behind gang trickery gurgling.  The mouth poison shows what is obvious from their gimmick of preying on a facial nerve trauma, that poison is their genre.  The US Navy stood there while these murderers arranged a nuclear revenge threat seething that Virginity V proves Rape R, and they consecrated this by raping Saoirse before they killed her, all predicated on Fripp’s bizarre Stop-Continue psychological operation entrapping the innocent in his lisp, well except for Mary.

        The machine they have built for the covid attack is insuring civil ransom.   Two directions are clear ~ the Christian vanguard of Seattle and the Liberal encasement of allowed thought in the university climate.   In these climes devious wives and nookie is tricky.  Just look at Jackie Kennedy for a case example of a devious wife working to blow away our dreams.   Haunted though the Kennedy house may be, they ignored my warning about Harcourt who got JFK, Jr., and Saoirse’s middle name is close to the attack prostitute Inslee’s tribe used hand in glove with Trump as usual, they are still the victims of Penis Gabriel’s sniper Alamo.   

          Invading my dream of marriage at my old school, I was lured to a black professor’s home to meet his wife, a woman apparently behind his declaration that Heinz was an honorary African, she paints Japanese letters on the wall and spills hundreds of fascist swastikas calling them ancient African symbols while hubs bangs on that white women admire black penis, and like a Russian shaking a basketball for foreign air he sees only white air in any noble gesture, this side of voluntary castration.

        Down at the Jonestown gig, Timothy Timothy brings on school, give away your money and you just might get treated to a free ride to heaven celebrating the end of your life in the ennebriation of Starpeace Orwellianism, the honorary Black Man, Yoko Ono at the helm.  And who should be surprised that the black-o-obsessives still can’t abandon Cornell West’s slavish dogma that contagion equity trumps mutual safety?  It’s an outrage.

         The only thing Jesse Jackson could think to say when going along with all the stupidities of Mt. Desert Island, the AIDS attack and Two Virgins Pussyball, which blew up in everybody’s faces despite years of attempts to warn people now with this covid nightmare, is it ain’t fair to black people.  I suppose failure to try to stop the perpetrators was getting even?