Word in the street is that slave-like subservience towards Black Terror is what white kids take for cool in terms of allegiance to progress in the post-Obama enlightenment. Accordingly, how it is gonna go is that this piece will address the historic alliance of the NAACP in the AIDS attack as a principle of Obama’s duplicitous hegemony. I consider it policing America to report faithfully and if you call it citizen snitching be aware that means you are a wormtongue for totalitarian intentions. This is not a joke. In the course of this evaluation I intend to say the names Tupac Shakur and Donnie Chin in the same breath. I have also come to a conclusion about the Fundamentalist regime representing Midori Goto after Antidisestablishmentarianists posed as counter-culture in a ticking clock from the so-called 60’s in the 1980’s. Educators who are sincere, dedicated and helpful while holding the keys, are at a cultural disadvantage because of such counter-forces as the celebrity superstate who so openly hold them in contempt, as sure a message from the Kennedy assassination as any, especially in light of what we have learned about AIDS being a plot. I will address (and ask you to call into question) what we regard as Honors Societies because of their role in what has happened. To effectively contradict what you have accepted for information, I will expose you to the truth, no matter how ingracious you are inclined to be disposed towards such respect for your integrity. Since I have no way of discerning whether you are on Team White, Team Black, Team Obama or anything else, this form of public address is obviously out of appreciation for your right to know. If you take that for liberal weakness, more fool you. For what it’s worth I have given up entirely on the question of your comprehension.
Clearly, the idea that Lennon staged his own death with Pentagon-Disney and was in on the AIDS attack is quite a suspicion, and the rabid will contend other than, placating the evidence with transfer of blame, sneering that it is psychological compensation by a guilty party, for they planted the script on my house and pretended to find it there. Supposedly HitlerLennon was the opposite of a rapist, a sensitive and caring individual in line with the aw poors the system abused by sending them to Attica State for various felonies. Lennon was the key keeper to an Elect and privileged elite who could do drugs, fuck anyone, travel anywhere, and barf in the faces of their hirelings. Depicting me as running amok based on a self-descriptive fraud of fandom, the NAACP concocted a sadistic pornography story based on Aztek human sacrifice as part of the U.S. Military planning campaign in the AIDS attack.
At school I was shown a film about Toxic Masculinity. If you can’t conceive of what that means I am surprised at you. It means acting bad and hurting people when you know better. There is an arduous centrality to this topical material for me that is deeply personal and shabby, going to the heart of my failed attempt to get Protection From Abuse concerning Pitt Neurobehavioral Research who used me in a cruel and unusual Frankenstein vivisection experiment, beginning in childhood, aided Administratively by the faction I thought might help me, resulting in profound personal tragedy. I think it was feckless on the part of the academic community to just assume they knew what was going on and for allowing a brutal child pornography team who horribly mutilated and left me brain-impaired in abduction crimes as a very little boy to extend their doings under the claim of research into an AIDS testing war game which they justified by the lewd notion that my tears of suffering over an unrequited love were precursor to harassment. It was not fair, but the military got so carried away with faculty support they chemically limited my procreative powers and violently prevented marriage.
Obviously the fact that I am unmarried due to the military is something they have the power to enforce. I was entirely on the side of and in sympathy with those who made this film both psychologically and behaviorally to the best of my power to apprehend their intentions. I was chemically castrated BECAUSE of this, not because of my behavior, in other words, I was punished by the military, calling themselves “feminazis” for the sin of un-masculine behavior, meaning, I did not, and repulsed the inducement to, date rape, which the law team at Pitt openly and caustically jeered saying I "blew it" (Exler, pronounced X-slur) and that it wouldn’t have been rape, a fact the woman herself promoted laughing, “why should you get another chance? It's like thinking about infinity.”
The rabid who fed me a nerve agent, made two allegations: One, that my detection of their mirror hypnotic dialogue reflected adolescent cognitions of my own, and second that I had a nerve injury potentially making me aggressive. The research voided my right to know, my right to self-defense and used neurological violence voiding my right to remain silent or consult with an attorney. They had implanted the nerve injury and knew I did not know it was there. Their agent, R$o$s$a was hired to detonate the plasm through sexual performance to depict me as losing control to justify the AIDS testing guinea pig operation that I proved was pre-planned when kidnapped and mauled as a child. This also proves AIDS was an attack, denial of which requires not-seeing (pronounced?) the nerve injury now in my facial nerve.
All of the tears and isolation, forces of coercion, humiliation and peer pressure that I repulsed are represented in this film shown to us in class as doing harm to formative character in the film, yet I was never credited with the fact that despite many opportunities stripped bare, hours from another person, on a blanket in the woods, the starlet of the text remained untouched and unafraid of me, excepting in so far as providing text about me when they proceeded to cover for child mutilation in their extended war game.
The murderers used to laugh at me as being the boy without a face to call my own, tears streaming down a face that was no longer even mine, living in the cage of my inability to comprehend things after they pushed a nearly lethal, possibly sarin-laced nerve agent\hallucinogen on me as a child, a poison of epic intensity while forcing me to breath paint thinner in a bag and soaked rag over my face, in a darkened garage where I was held in terror and bondage as they spoke to me in tongues, literally the age of watching Captain Kangaroo. No help ever came.
This meant I was a pussy, and these terrorists, almost all of them from the Lawrenceville and Warrendale KKK tagged me, “queerbait.” It got back to the NAACP who said I was an insignificant white who deserved to be humiliated.
What I believe about manhood is actually captured in the life of a woman named Anna Politkovskaya who was murdered, a mother with children in Putin’s Russia for documenting in her journalism the plight of enlisted men in the Russian Army, their case disappearances, their bereaved mothers, and what she witnessed in Chechnya. Although she was killed on Putin’s birthday, there is a saving grace in that Russia released a film about Chechnya, titled: House of Fools, about a mental health ward suddenly caught in the foray. It is an epic romantic comedy that changed the picture for me regarding my entire idea concerning the potential of cinema.
The scariest part of all this for me was that almost all the women who knew either rejected me for being “soft” or constructed their own imaginary tabloid of me being weird. I can’t imagine how Rosa’s gang justified the brutal punishment rape at 8 a.m. outside her home of Chin I, the deaf Korean orphan with epilepsy and Downs syndrome who taught me sign language, allowing my return to school, by calling it, “Evangelia Karmas,” or avenging angel of karma, but that’s Reagan for you.
In arriving at the issues of Donnie Chin and Tupac Shakur you hit a very strange impasse. First the facts represented by witness: Tupac was almost certainly a black on black crime. Yet the revenge attack on Alina Sheykhet was by a group of tagteam revolutionaries from Black Lives Matter and Branch Davidians who included both Black and white rioters evidently viewing Tupac as the Dean of the arts media mania. Donnie Chin by contrast was killed in a situation that suggested the creation of Pulp Magazine material. The common denominator is that the principle of transference and attention onto me help sway in analytical quarters.
One of the things we have learned this semester is that Wm. Raspberry who was in on the hit where Dr. Ralph Proctor and Gail Burstyn set me up with Alpana to give the Black military a Fundamentalist religious cause for alliance with Kennedy’s assassins in the Reagan Administration in a war game over Midori Goto created by Kong Edward of Britain is a man who used research to create imitations of people who think they knew the holy creole of Ebonics when top secretly frauds. The pure evil of the way Wilma Coon of the NAACP worked with Rosa and Karmas on this crusade was witnessed by my entire school. But perhaps more significantly is that in 1981 a Black near Temple University where I studied with Iranian Seyyed Nasr calling himself Mishima followed me home nearly where I met Will Zell to taunt me with mimicry of whites who mistakenly used Ebonics.