This amazing work will describe the absurd conjuring act illicitly conscribed by the sellout cohort to allow the unforgivable developments. This sellout crowd is the 60’s. Attending this is the police guard statecraft that created Black Lives Matter, an ingenious ideological weapon forcing Our Commonwealth’s reviewers into siege mentality that crystalizes the hold of Classified Superstition to ward against the idea that mavericks will take matters into their own hands, another nauseating dimension of black confederacy in the AIDS attack, hooligan Green Party in red masquerade courtesy the pussyball V.A. under the strictures of British Intelligence in acid rock. Foul play. In servicing what is no less than Hitler’s revenge BLM seems completely uncomprehending that the stated text of the assassin group is: if you try to help black people they will only turn on you. It’s illustrative that introductory remarks about unforgivable developments are auto-maniacally intercepted by the demands of a spearheaded special catering dimension demanded by Obama’s confederates. I would far rather talk to you than about you.
It’s very nice I’m sure that persons like Yoko Ono are so morally pure that they can shamelessly take SWAT action against the cheaters in our societies she calls flies for being as interested as the fairer sex in one night stands. Ono used the idea of Lennon as a martyr in the AIDS attack to function as an assassination ringleader with resort of a plethora of anthrax and skin diseases. Working with military attaches including Colin Powell, they inflicted terrorism and trauma on me in a series of criminal ordeals. This continues as my life is threatened in online chat rooms on a daily basis. Gov. Inslee’s machine poisoned me in the mouth after luring me here. The bizarre nostrum that anyone calling them Nazis is automatically discounted under Godwin rules, a new rhetorical law that amounts to an ingrained phobia against rational digest, promotes the implied idea that Yoko Ono is God, no doubt welcome to assassins coveting top sacred status among the fan scene.
For all that we know a little more about the Lennon machine, which is the government that killed JFK. For one thing there was, as in my neighborhood, where I grew up with a team married in the church MisterRogers attended, who I met and knew in passing my whole life, a reasonable problem to discuss, since abomination emerged from his headquarters, there was a Star Trek link, just as there was on in Dealey Plaza where Melvin Belli, a guest star from the Network that promoted a Trump near cameo in 1976 in the film Network, at the time of the Burstyn script (GB) who was never arrested, because Ono was planning all along to concentrate on me as a sympathy switch against the Roosevelt Era. Martha Gellhorn infuriated Ringo Starr by writing to me in dead seriousness about what was happening. She had lived with the Roosevelts. The Star Trek catch to MisterRogers was Leonard Nimoy who used to visit our neighborhood mysteriously, as though some spectral monk.
Although there are some people who still remember that a False Flag operation was what started World War Two, when Germany pretended Polish troops had fired on them, and it came up again when Oliver North kept using such tactics in places like Nicaragua, the idea that Lennon would stage his own death comes across as silly, when in reality it is the perfection of the form. What could be more perfect? And the details are sharp ones, having me there, giving me inside bulletins, lording over my sex life despotically for extrusions by the Postal Union watchdogs on the make.
Having Star Trek in there is pretty serious, not only because George Takei played the Foucaultian redemeer for Queer Estate moguls alongside Nancy Reagan, but also because the ideas are in the script of such productions. There is a Leslie-ian hermeneutic to “boldly go where no man has gone before,” as well as a hotwire into Helter Skelter where the Mancines were waiting. In the episode where Kirk has an identical twin how perfect if the Japanese convinced the confused to shoot the wrong one, and the right one, HitlerReagan, would even be obligingly compared to JFK by the bizarros at Time-LIFE.
In was all orchestrated, we know that because Dia was in immunology and Satanism in the 70’s and had a namesake call me for Ono more than once. The travesty of cross-cultural sex entrapment was arranged by WQED and ARTEK for Don Ostro’s syndicate with Braunstein through Neva Corporation pornography specialists who knew just the right button to push for the advance of the NAACP Army with Midori Goto in the AIDS attack, for an Ark of Kolorz, daring to compare me to the KKK with whom the NAACP had formed their brutal and fictive alliance. Snickering with rusty needles was the pusillanimous satirist Lewis Lapham (pusi-Lew) writing womanly sneers. Lew Karl of the Guttersnipes gang, toadies of MisterRogers with drone weapons, super-military cruel, manufactures of Advanced Materials and Devices, used to plug, “saying there are no absolutes IS an absolute” long before I was old enough to know what an absolute was, because they were prior framing the group that would launch protests on cue. Zappa worked with Karl and Nimoy’s gang promoting the Christian/Anti-Christian prior framing, while Ono clucked that I was not Dr. Spokc.
It took some doing, not being born in the 50’s, but I learned that evidently back when Lennon was saying hehn, just hehn, he ain’t gonna come to America until he is number one, the number one songwriter is the now forgotten Jimmy Kennedy. King Crimson took aim at Jimmy Crary after meeting my father, who worked with Eisenhower, to make sure my music never prospered. With the glee of an evil Plato they deafened the opposition.
Mt. Desert Island in 1988 had already signified that the British are a deadly enemy who plotted a temporary sexual revolution to launch the backlash and Trump revulsion in the name of a post-holocaust remedy of compromises in the name of redemption, the loyal embrace and forgiveness of Gail Burstyn by Queer Seattle and the assassination by Heil Godwin, Inc. of all who question their evil arrogance and stupidity.
Godwin’s because you can’t talk about the voices that went on with a key vanisher, snapped right out of my hand, the night Midori announced hostilities at Heinz Hall with I Siciliani Vespers. Godwin’s because the Arnie Sacnusum RS was all over the case right from the beginning. Godwins because they are the Klondike hormone machine.
VW (University of Washington) built a make pretend red machine called the Green Party to extrude and suck the blood of the living dead to serve the aw poors they disgracefully misled, a game of seven circles. As easy as it is for the slanks who served the Beatles as squeezes to believe that screaming from a nerve agent over peer rejection is anti-Ono, the idea itself comes from Unit 731 with letters from 1974. The moneybags like Amanda Harcourt who authorize ripper murder in the name of Global Warming were just expensive New York pieces of ass with loyalty to the plan, not just the mania.
Blue Bloods is a real hoot. Imagine the evil Kirk playing New York’s police captain drumming on with a script team that makes you laugh at the liberal D.A. who points out that frisking Muslims is profiling in the age of Timothy McVeigh, underlining the formula that top sacredly those kind of terrorists are in it for the pure of heart, the blue bloods. You can expect a guest appearance from Dia, but it isn’t just there, it’s in Diva with my birthdate and the crummy little aside about the secret being “in the kid’s mailbag.” Check the date on that one. It’s in Moxyland, a book from the Ark of South Africa and it is in the Eurofilm the Edukators, another Trump mystery from Klondike Godwin.
