In times like these it is the words that have the most meaning that feel emptiest due to the magnitude of what we face, leaving us almost double crossed by the existence of learning and reason. The adversary will do all in their power to hammer that emptiness into our bones with the false promise of privilege if only we would just give up. The tragedy of lost potential, the death of the Kennedys and King, lay in the fact that they knew privilege should develop from knowledge. It smarts to own up to the fact that we have largely been hijacked by the criminally insane. All that Kennedy built, Lennon destroyed, but he mongered into our hopes as though wooing a sissy fist, being peaceful beings we believe in dialogue, so he sang to us like the fiddlers who greeted what Goebbels called, “the merchandise,” at Dachau. The smokestacks of Britain and Europe’s gigantic amoralism bring the moon to earth and with it the fury of climate change and the odious promise of colorless desolation. Oh, there will be colorful moments, orange skies, furry animals red with fire made living torches, the hungry blue of rainless skies and the forever chemical of Paul McCartney’s cloying, whining music. There will be the belching of Republican quislings and the mopey grouse of Equity rapists getting the last licks of bounty with skills learned as soldiers of fortune. There will be abandoned girlfriends waving their scarves as they float away in the winds of hurricane flash floods, and a few new minority elect-o-crats to cave in to the demands of radar enforced special interests. Is it even worth knowing how we came to this? What we refuse even now to get done? Is there not a contracted catcall licky-chops we’d rather tune in on instead? Defsukke, hahaha, you will be defeated. Kowtow.
Rebellions have happened before. I call attention to the Farmers’ Rebellion. The plight of the American farmer leading up to the Rebellion was extremely perverse. The more productive, miraculously they performed, the poorer they became and the harder they worked. Surely here was a moment to reflect on that perversity we called by the name of prosperity. Other nations in other parts of the world saw similar opportunities to reflect, for example in China, Jingdezhen where porcelain was king. Porcelain industries were there for centuries before smokestacks capable of what China regarded as their first air pollution event. During those centuries the destruction caused by widespread porcelain manufacture was already noted and perhaps some minor poet might muse that Jingdezhen’s prosperity was afloat and aloft on the fragile prosperity of a porcelain balloon. Prosperity leading to ruin is a divorce between industry and Our Commonwealth that should never have been ignored. Addressing it in all its centrality is the only hope. How can they live with themselves postponing Ecology until they could thin the herd by virological warfare?
Our society is so built on plunder it's hard to imagine that we will learn to enhance the world around us as a form of riches.
Carmen Colucci, the Mussolini follower type, used to say his big mother was, “cooking up a storm.” When we say that unprecedented is the new normal we overlook and take for granted one important fact being that the attackers were pushing for this result, perhaps hating our shelter and complacency, who knows? The way UW Dialectical bang on about brutal family norms sells their tickets. By not getting a hold of the evidence for this fact, names like Carbonell, Pitman and Rodd in the script, the warning by their agency from Todd “Tamanend” Clark, “Flame Over Africa,” which proves this malice at work in the nature abuse outcome we shoo it away only to be confronted again. Why does extinction by accident sound so soothing? Why do we lull ourselves to sleep as though none of this was foreseen by science playing dungeon master when all the evidence is there? The very film, “Carrie,” which was so spiteful to use to hotwire into my distress signals as a playstation intercept for atrocity mongering (USS Iowa bombing, Valdez, Jackson Labs Fire, 1987 Wall Street Crash and so on), is a metaphor for what they set up to get the earth to do and it is getting underway. They abuse and abuse until, as they put it in their gloats, “the tea kettle goes off.”
The Climate Crisis, in other words, is only a wing of the planning sector that promoted mass extermination by Covid and AIDS but with the sisterly highjinx of claiming that the apostles of trust have a stake in community medicine that necessitates lying for cooperation and unity. This takes the form of murdering innocent people over my art. The Seattle Clubhouse openly put a black sword under my painting. Jay Inslee appointed a custodial at the Rainiers ballclub named Aaron Artman to underscore the masterpiece massacre brain wigged by the Black Panthers wing of Trump’s agency. Gretchen Hawkins is on hand at that clubhouse with a red purse to symbolize (how they love their symbolism) hitting the masses from both sides of the divide. In all seriousness, these lovers of hate have sought to have us cheering Yoko Ono’s atomic revenge threat against the children of the United States, a conjuring that took some doing, even if you are as lousy as most Seattle queers must be.
The Timeline alone will suffice to prove this case:
AIDS______________stalling and denial______Mouth poison/plaque___________Covid-19
All it means is that loyalists to African fascism don’t give a fuck about the United States, nor do the parochial attackers of the Green Party. What matters is understanding their words, what Gregory Karl meant by writing, “the listener is led through a bewildering myriad of surface details to arrive at the fundamental themes.” Bewildering myriad of surface details sounds very forbidding and to get the idea check out the length and variety of what their sword conjured in storycheckout.org much of which is attempts to counter their violence and stop Covid-19 before it happened. The fundamental themes, however, while tricky, are simple enough. The Church of England want the serfs to marry and allow loyalty to one virgin in matrimony. It sounds like that is not true when they advocate for community medicine and humanity towards gays, prostitutes and anything else, provided we all buy in to the masterplan of accepting the villainy of Covid and AIDS.
The interrogation system used by the attackers, murdering people over a penny, threatening HIV injection and so on, played a simple routine. They mongered my falling in love as a racist Don Quixote, while plying my deafness for notes and making pornography in spy cam for the NAACP. Why did I trust them if I were so racist they don’t bother about because the real reaming comes from another direction. They’ve noted my Ecology scholarship, ah, we can use you they crow. The red purse is a form of totality.
As the red purse and black sword make plain the Trump Liars Club is something of an Honors Society. Nobody showed how loudly and sadistically they love to lie than Midori Goto in her tall sad tales. I used to hear stories of Kyra Schon tearing fabric and giving bloodcurdling screams of the sort that made her father, Geo. Romero, famous. She did these stunts with my sister and friends of Aaron Dixon, a Black Panther of interest in organized crime being enforced by poison. Kyra was also named in the letters of Gail Burstyn who was never arrested.
Dopey as the idea of making a killing for the brothers rather than warn and save lives may be, it is the ruling theme in Seattle. Although they fulminate against hate as a doctrine, they help themselves to it liberally. One of their ringleaders, Miles Kirshner, treated me to his views while sitting on a wall outside the Cathedral of Learning. “Ehhh, I don't know what it is, Jim, I just ehhh, I just hate the Arabs, that’s all, I just hate the Arabs.” Again, there is a division of claim when it comes to me, do they hate the white kid symbolically like the Tweetie bird subject to mutiilation in the bathroom of Glenn Mackenzie’s friend in Boulder? Or is there actually some reason for chewing the carpet all licky chops over queerbait?
For a man who hates me enough to do all this, Dr. Proctor would seem to be more in line with Steve Langer. I am a gravely torn man, because no one ever answers me about what I post concerning what I believe, at least not in a civilized way, occasionally, but it's rare. I know that others realize what has been at work with me, after all it was visited on me. My goal is to make clear why I believe Sirhan was part of this but that it was a function of something much more like open warfare still bearing down. The Sirhan angle took place long ago in a neighborhood of Proctor, Cyril Wecht and MisterRogers, a place where Leonard Nimoy used to visit. To whit:
Due that I was put under a very sophisticated Hollywood attack near CMU confiscating my property when the attackers behind AIDS jumped down hold pee pee but wait, haha, cudda saved John Lennon! I tried to get a photo to Jim Marrs, not knowing who else to turn to of me in front of our Pittsburgh garage Kodak dated 1966 on which was painted I Love Sira Siran. I was homeless after that, but it is not central to my presentation. Due that I was kidnapped, deafened and tortured, while subject to truly deranged and depraved libels I know that my being targeted wasn't personal. One of the character assassins in fact, Steve Langer, said in a letter, "I'm not sorry for anything I did, only that it had to be you." There is evidence that Proctor’s assessment amounted to as much on the walls of his house. My father Ry, his rival at Pitt, was a human rights author, acquainted with Eisenhower from Teachers College and a Lieutenant from the CVL-30 in WW2. I was targeted by a mission statement to deprive our post-war society of its precious dignities. You can tell who it was by how they deny it while obsessing over it in secret and trivialize it while being perfectly aware of its magnitude. In mockery of me, they author wildfire arsons by case poaching with evil innuendo, making me out to be some sort of Carrie.
The hardest human dimension for me is that I believe the same cruel agents killed Saoirse to promote Greta, who I want to believe would be mortified, but she may be just the thing the Europeans needed to finish the heist by the means of Midori Goto. For me, it’s a troubling topic, but it needs to be explored, I mean, we are in a forcing house situation and Europe is imposing their will, not all of it really means well. The black sword at the throat my print of a painting I did of Greta may be a demand she stay in line but it could also be the old tricks of Midori Goto. For now, it’s enough that she knows how I feel.
The Red Purse and Black Sword between acts of rapine and ripper hatter cruelty play me for a sucker. When I read in the early 80's Buckminster Fuller's conviction that we were pushing what he termed "chemical irretrievability," I also realized no one was saying anything. When I went to Pitt News and wrote about what I called, "a holocaust of neglect," I was publicly ridiculed by other staff writers, Bruce Crago, a stranger and Adam Eisenstat, later a Jewish Trump speechwriter, he ghoulishly disguised his voice as an Arab to make radio threats. The Administration was very sour towards me, as well. When I bought an excellent book, "Ending Hunger," which is just beautiful with photography, a campus Republican I met with, closed her eyes, threw her hands up and ran from me like it was wolfbane under a full moon. I didn't understand that at all. I like Objectivism, this book was beautiful, raw, real, promising, what could have been a better achievement than ending hunger in the 80's? Naturally, the wolves smelled blood. Why don’t you star for us in porno money for the pedos queerbait, the Union lippy-smacked with affection? While we prove the justice of the plan.
The criminally insane have accomplished a strange advantage by their union tack of trickery. The rag of abduction used by the Pitmans on me as a hostage child attacked by Warhol and Ono recurs over again in Neva abduction genre, a bit like Sarin Sarin. They used a nerve agent to pour acid on my face. The attackers claimed they were following the logic of reckless sex in an emergency intervention on Mt. Desert Island, waving away the black market in porno they were mongering while covering it as psychiatry and a Seattle queer license to licky chops art haul, yet I am supposed to be denied following the logic of their realm by reviewing the Neva material. Small wonder, since it is full of information you are supposed to not ask about nor tell, like the C in a Star of David they used for their symbol. The NAACP was a secret weapon in the AIDS attack and they made no attempt at all at consistency.
Dr. Proctor goes all out in cheering the way Blacks lie to the faces of white people in his self-published text, “Voices from the Firing Line.” He loves how they whimper in fear at the false assurances of their in-house spies. Steady analysis of Pitt shows the formula of their Green Party’s military sociology. Deception is central throughout all of their antics. They sided from the beginning with the Venus Fly Trap. Meanwhile, they have covered their actions with cruel murder and domestic terror. One of their deranged leaders, Penis Gabriel of the Genesis band, a warmonger from Britain, long in the lead of punk rock and sadism as chic, crows, “Whatever fear invents,” which aptly describes his syphilis rendering of psychological operations.
Using Hollywood deception to secure a Death Certificate by trickery has proven a unique weapon for Yoko Ono to use in the Axis revenge. Diplomacy is ruthless in this matter. The Warhol failed to warn, refusing to acknowledge the danger in such failure and this will continue until they can confiscate the art and lie. Already they have secured all but a permanent ban on the truth and monopoly on a Hollywood alternative reality as though the adage, “history is written by the winners,” was the locus of a direct, strategic attack, winner take all. Diplomacy denies this, diplomacy hedges and says that Saoirse was murdered by friendly fire. It is very difficult to construe the deranged reading of Britain without admitting Lennon’s trick.
This doesn’t mean they haven’t tried, gobbled away decades in their monotonous program. The voice of the Ark is an ideology. Because I am so deeply and authentically American treasure, the Japanese guerillas and Black assassins didn’t target just anybody for prison food, I have a built-in bullshit detector that allowed me to speak immediately about Reagan and find material everyone else ignored. I knew immediately in hearing Amy Globalczar tell Iowa she “knows you” that she was ragging on Israeli myth that America tolerated Hitler as a matter of convenience. That old Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell that Clinton plied was put to good effect by American Israeli spies in the dark nightmare of Gail Burstyn. You had better HOPE that the brainwave sonar I am special subject to in a bid to increase my art’s values to the Queer piracy behind Covid-19 that I have schizophrenia because I am here to testify that the most often commented refrain from that radio throughout AIDS and the traumas upon traumas of Covid has been as a point of fact, “Ringo Starr is laughing his ass off.” The goal of those British scum was to weaponize the deluded. Lennon faked his death, they had the technology, and thusly presto Ono by miracle had an army of victims foot-stomping for their own killers. You can hear their hatred seething with bad blood, bad faith, filthy knavery, ripper mayhem every day UW Dialectical poaches meaning by mince. In no wise are they seeking to help Our Commonwealth. Covid was the largest mass school bombing in human history. We got a foretaste of how much these Illuminati care about us when we saw what they did to the crew of The Challenger. The murder of Donnie Chin, a man who dedicated his life to protecting Chinese elders, was a foretaste of Covid and ace-typical. Skanks were on hand to renounce my comparing him to RFK by chiding me with the murder of three Kennedys from their Seattle outpost of wild stallions, whilst what? Avenging Donnie Chin??????
By being on this team, which her silence, not her idealism, implies, Greta Thunberg risks going into the books as the poster girl for the ultimate objectives of the Fossil Fuel nazis. When Todd Ta/man/end Clark, Donald Ostro’s partner in kiddie bondage sings, “Flame over Africa, no explanation or romance, no one was given half a chance,” Trump’s riposte was Greta as a tithe.
That moron Obama should have his name here. He sat on his diapers through the Forever War ignoring the Climate science blownerously chasing me around with a dirty needle like the Inspector obsessed with Clouseau, “Must fulfill script, must, my obsess!” He was the penultimate Ku-guy.
Jimmy Crary was viciously cultivated into a stereotype by patently suspicious right wing lesbians working with Israeli anarchists and New York Warhol suicidalists. The weird doctrine had a weird coterie. They fumed that the united voices of Christian derision and left wing hooligans proved that Leslie Katz’s catusi jest was holy screed. Warriors of lesbianism avenging the mania of a freak show of West Coast higherness called the rape of a deaf girl break even as they invaded the support group for the deaf with their leadership for Green Inslee. I don’t call people who put semen in your coffee freak idly. You want the truth! They snarled, do what we demand you will get the truth.
Since the Warhol was following me making illegal tapes since childhood they have a lot at Bell Labs to cut and paste but the truth they won’t allow. I was following a trail of breadcrumbs. I had nothing but someone was laying a trail somewhere.