I worked in Falk Medical Library of University of Pittsburgh in 1984 and saw the early digests of a new disease: AIDS. Naturally, I was concerned and admittedly suspicious, and I noticed what persons in power were saying.
By appearing to oppose the AIDS attack, Zappa was positioning himself to claim that he was the only person whose position mattered when Ringo directed media to support Reagan and secretly morph the issue to Lennon, a matter of strategic planning, but making me the issue was not really detective work, it was an empty allegation based on derision for child abuse and the confusion in the mind of a victim of Dr. Bernard Wattenmaker, a hypnotist who worked as a psychiatrist at Attica State Prison to whom I was delivered as a burnt offering in Pittsburgh as a little boy and his sons, in neuro at Pennsylvania schools, a signifier, those watt makers, of nuclear energy, Van Der Graaf Generators, Frankenstein experiments, neurosurgeons, which one of them is, screaming for more, and ultimate complicity in brainwave sonar developments. Ian Wattenmaker was an agent of Ian MacDonald and Ian Fleming, all working with Gov. Milton Shapp, Ralph Tive and eventually murdering my father, Chair of Philosophy of Education. They deafened me after playing King Crimson for me, battered me, dragged me through glass, bragged of getting me to poo poo outside and do other idiot things which confederate Greg Karl called, “performing for us.” They eventually revealed a script about the murder of JFK justifying the AIDS attack over things like abortion, derisively crowning me, “an honorary Guttersnipe,” which is the name of their gang, while Fripp of King Crimson incited the NAACP pornographers who helped him frame me as potential carrier of AIDS through their arrangement with Society of Human Ecology on Mt. Desert Island, this licky chops wilding was done with a bounty gone wild over a postcard that I returned to him.
Nothing can excuse failure to arrest Gail Burstyn, an Israeli who penned the Kennedy murder script with Yoko Ono and the help of John Shulman. She was an agent of Yoko Ono who had followed my father’s voice as a Naval Lieutenant in the radio room of CVL-30 off the coast of Japan, Bush’s ship in the Navy. Using a poem that pits the image of enlightenment against abuse of light in bombs, McCartney began escalating attacks like 911 with the help of Seattle Queers, who were rewarded for their building of momentum and their gall in trusting the AIDS attackers, with monkeypox. They have use at the cliffhanger ending (notice that Cliff Robertson was above the World Trade Center in a private plane that day) threatening their own society with a nuclear revenge on which they are riding Japan to an Axis division of the spoils. The gang of murderers who hid behind small confused acts this way to put me through holocaust simulation and a Manson ordeal not only recently killed Saoirse Kennedy, but made, in 1974, a gloating soundtrack for their program of Climate Change called, “Flame Over Africa.” According to these murderers, providing their hybrid special narrative in Seattle, the murder of Saoirse was justifiable therapy.
Zappa’s allies covered for Mt. Desert Island by offering a bounty about Lennon. Community College of Allegheny County derided me sexually in an intense attack prostitution deception for ultimate pornography sponsored by Obama, Clinton and Trump. She was very pretty, then their gang raped my deaf advocate and a classmate of her husband in Seattle, deceiving me about his designs, working in the Clubhouse Program, managed to poison me in the mouth after these hybrid warriors barred me from college, chemically castrated me and had Shannon Harps murdered as a bystander to illustrate their platform, “No one is innocent,” (Adam Eisenstat) and bumpersticker, “Our Gamer Son Wasted Your Honors Student.” Duvall of CCAC was quite blunt, saying, “I know Bush was behind the AIDS attack and I support him for it.”
Another professor at CCAC is Tom Ammons of WQED, where professor Dr. Ralph Proctor also worked with Matt Marcus of MisterRogers set design. Marcus had infuriated me by burning a girl named Noelle’s arm gangrenous with a poker from a fireplace after she was stoned. I came upon swooning after she had finally gone to the hospital and asked her what happened. Proctor’s support worked notes to me as clerks regarding my fiance stealthily during their contract fake plan to marriage arrangement for sport. He replaced Prof. Sundiata after Sundiata, a perceptive and distinguished man, violated their mission in calling my “admiration for Fanie Lou Hamer obvious.” Didn’t you know I was supposedly racist! Racist!! Someone gashed his mouth and then shot him in Homewood.
Ammons lives in a house bowdlerized from Buckminster Fuller by a Salk Labor Gangster named Tony Dechischis (deceased) who hung out with a band called Fluid associated with the Flame Over Africa crowd and Wattenmaker team who implanted a nerve agent in me as an early teen. There was a man named Rhino in Fluid whose talents they tried to enslave me with by allegations of plagiarism when I adapted a lick in one of his tunes that I practiced in learning sequences in music. This is the recreation that All-Star so-called researchers put the deafness and neurological implant to, setting a bounty for Fripp’s Imperial postcard. Ammons’ gang locked me into a house from the inside with Midori Goto’s favorite, a man they call Kasper, who had brutally kidnapped and tortured me as a child forcing my mother to sell her home in tears, beyond tears, another victory, like the rape of deaf Jeannie, for Yoko Ono and Goto. Kasperoski used a poison gas on me and slaughtering brutality of a shocking dimension, attacking me blindside. He was also armed. Although racist, the NAACP swooped in to defend him, sneering that I was a sissy, their gang called my mother’s loss of her home: white-capping.
Ark/Artek is the name of Ammons’ company who built Salk Laboratories with Louis Kahn. The locked house was across the ways from Leslie Park in Lawrenceville region. Pittsburgh Police scrambled the agenda so I would be forced to flee Pittsburgh for my life. No one commended me or apologized when my allegations about this gang proved true and John Shulman, who was working with Yoko Ono and Zappa, was discovered stealing 8 million dollars in books from the museum. Like Ms. Goto and Kasperoski, the secret of Pittsburgh is that many, many people, from the Coop to University Administration, knew he was doing it and helped him secure black markets.
People are always being told that you can't trust anybody and it really does seem to be true.