There’s a lot of material showing how cold-blooded the Beatles were in the AIDS attack, doing nothing to warn while cultivating the victims into a guerilla army for their international ends, using America as a play station for pornography department war gaming from Warhol. The police made pornography tapes of me while working with an Attica State Penitentiary psychiatrist from the Holocaust Community who was a go-between for Ian MacDonald and Mark David Chapman in the Magical, Mystery Houdini of having me in D.C. with their FEMA, Pentagon Disney attorneys when Reagan claims he was shot. Dr. Bernard Wattenmaker had a nerve agent made by Cyril Wecht to perform a personality change for Justin Chang’s theory of revenge over the Little Boy bomb, claiming they could synthesize by torture and bondage a neuroplastic golem into an Irish pedophile, part of the cover up of mandatory pornography by the British police under the rubes of surveillance that characterizes Penis Gabriel’s corruption in the AIDS attack, which they obviously planned. Pener Gabriel committed many international war crimes hoping to intimidate me into silence and fear of them.

In the days before the execution of Saoirse, a black woman came into TACID and hissed at me, “white bitch.” The reason they would operate this way, razing Daytona while professing multicultural sensibilities, is grounded in the Two Virgins Pussyball Nuclear Society who authored AIDS. They created an Ark and kill tokens. Again, you see the evidence frequently: DIA called me on Dec. 8, 1980 and was shown a confederate of Cliff Robertson on 911, but Seattle, true to their doctrine of syphilis, poisoning food, yammered that doesn’t mean anything DIA is their leader, their Green Party overlook master, sacred torturous of entertainment for the AIDS hoedown of terror in the name of the pornographic avenger, nevermind reality. The whole point is nevermind reality. Holy Reagan.

While Donnie Chin was evoked by the assassins in their stunt of Wear Your Horns Proudly, it was Union terror crime. A loper playing all waist level interview in the alley, Chinese girl crowed, “How ironic!” that Chin and Chin and Chin were three people who either tried, or at least two of whom tried to help me, so, in good faith, I had tried to open up inquiry into the link to Pittsburgh that might have vying with Seattle for control of the script and subordinating people who were trying to help me. I didn’t realize that the Seattle KDP had seen murders like this before and were the ace in the hole for UW Sociology in the AIDS attack, working with Ming Na Wen and Chang on Mt. Desert Island with Penis Gabriel and Gail Burstyn. The wave of Seattle’s fist at Saoirse was just Lennon’s gang provoking more tears of horror, while masquerading the law that their victimization leadership be unquestioned.

Amanda Harcourt, speaking for Ono, when they celebrated secure of their own papyrus yowled, “The whole is greater than the sum of its parts,” in 1984. It was a callous thing for the Royal Family to declare in the AIDS Onslaught, but they were allies in the Gurdiev kluk of Zell, who spoke exactly as reported. I’m not the genetically coded liar that Martin Andelman is. Zell’s comment, and the postcard that secures the truth of it, shows not only that Andelman’s childhood friend Leslie Katz was not a virgin because she was raped, the lisp of Robert Fripp, for which deaf Jeannie did compense (she was raped, Leslie was still a virgin, see the difference?), but that the Zappas knew all along about Gail Burstyn.

I went undercover to warn the Pittsburgh Public Schools. My father, a teacher there, told me, Peter Gabriel sounds like a bully who “makes self pity his vocation.” It’s worse than that. Gabriel is a child-raping murder-loving ripper hatter, the type to organize school massacres and call it Art for Lennon.