The severity of the heart and stomach poison crimes show the pathological hatred of Christine Gregoire towards me for exposing Mt. Desert Island and the Bush/Clinton murder of my father. The risk of execution for reporting the evidence that Reagan started AIDS has always existed, although it is has come from surprising sources. Peter Gabriel is an extremely dangerous war criminal who was a partner of Caspar Weinberger during the AIDS Onslaught. The Taliban was largely his creation.
As for the chronic howling of Moonunit Zappa and Diamonda Galas that I bear guilt in the death of John Lennon and the AIDS Onslaught itself, it is predicated in silliness created by the aggressor lobby to pull off the crime. As a child 13 years old when I was battered horribly and the letters came, I was already subject to their lying and cruelty. I knew nothing about what they were doing. Saying that I could have or should have is evil idiocy by those who wrote the letters. Obviously it is important to them to pull it off, just as it is important to a hunter when he catches sight of a doe in his sights to pull the trigger and kill his prey.
I am just their prey, that’s all. My crime was in calling it what it was.
As for De De Mancine and Midori Goto, the Pitmans and the Dixons are up to the same no good. De De was my girlfriend at the time. That’s how I saw it. We were a little young, but we were just doing what girlfriend and boyfriend do. She’s not someone I would go out with now with the benefit of knowledge and some common sense, but at the time she seemed very pretty to me.
The contract prostitution I lived with was military in nature. The Roman Catholic scene in Pittsburgh does not respect the home, as witness the way one of their agents, after torturing me, moved in to chain marry my mother and confiscate our home through terror in order to position Al Gore and the monster Reagan to secure and use the letters with British authorities when they needed an explanation for Mt. Desert Island and the attempt to force through AIDS testing.
What little legitimate counter-culture has existed in Seattle is simply incredibly stupid, like the sheep who went to their deaths in the Warsaw Ghetto with very little resistance. Police authorities and civil authorities in Seattle would not need to be resisted by force if people here had any sense and looked honestly at the situation, instead they bought into the idea that sacrificialism for Hollywood profit is called for. It’s too ridiculous to credit.
Pursuing the claim that Sex is Satan, the military with their bug-eyed Filipinos created a brainbeam, not just spy cams in the home and home-wrecker pussyball, not just cybernannies, but the ultimate wake up call, direct brain neuroblasting. It’s ridiculous to say that my calling my girlfriend after she broke up with me justifies it. They had impacted a neuroplasm and were cutting off medicine that was keeping me from seizures. It was a call for help to the truly guilty.
Next the rabid leers that I am desecrating women by admiring their decision to put the images of the nectar of their love in the web for appreciation by people who enjoy such imagery. To say that this is wrong or that I owe them something is abuse of consumer relations in a field that is legitimate, under attack and in need of protection. To claim that the AIDS must be allowed to destroy our freedoms and rights to images of passion is like saying that because a train was used to cart unwilling Jews to Auschwitz it is therefore immoral to ride a train. This isn’t the case, nor is it murdering people.
During the twenty five years that I have been isolated and called a masochist for trying to live with and heal from the wounds of torture, a psychopath in Britain, who claimed he was from Amnesty International, but secretly working for the AIDS Combine, has shrieked such things at me as, “PUSSY!” from his cyber-monitoring station seeking to profiteer from the crime he has authored, the alibi he constructed beginning with an unprovoked, homocidal attack commissioned blindside towards me in childhood.
Obviously the situation is extremely important to Yoko Ono. De De’s sister NEVA is the name of the Japanese pornography corporation who used the letter “C” in a Star of David as their symbol of pornography and extermination.