I attended the Mayor's Town Hall tonight in University District. It's logical to question why in an opportunity to raise cane publicly about the terrible crimes visited on me with no proper investigation and restitution I would not, thereby allowing authority to continue to chuckle that it's the first they've heard about it. I would risk traumatizing seniors and yet although I was a very small child I'm required by protocol to keep it to myself. Jimmy Crary was a secret that power was keeping from itself.
Everybody loves those moments when an aging speed freak begins rambling at a public meeting semi-sequitors of hysteria about the brass. Really, the whole Town Hall scene is like that for me since I cannot understand a single word and had to ask if he was fielding questions, since I do have a Speak of the Devil issue about the fatality(s) at 10th and Jackson and what if anything can be done to install a light.
Hitler's crime followed a peculiar statuatory device for extreme illiberalism and illeniency while the girl who actually wrote the crime, penning it for Reagan, was a 12 year old prostitute, giving tongue in cheek to Reagan didn't know. She was never accosted at all, possibly because she graduated from Bryn Mawr and Harris Wofford risks serious embarassment for his role in an atrocity he saw as his right to make the world safe for rape pussyball, supporting Reagan.
Public figures also put out that I am dangerous to them because it cordoned Midori Goto for her role in the play. Fripp's extremely plastic alibi allows no contradiction even though long known to be a cold-blooded lie. Peter Gabriel shoots police and they are told not to investigate when he tortures Crary, the mindless evocation of Foreign jurisdiction is whisper about from Bush Headquarters. The silence reigns despite all the evidence that resistance would stop them. It's a Milgram's Catch 22.
Responsibility gets passed upwards from Municipal authority into the hands of the most malicious types as the cyber-tampering in my text online makes obvious. Bush realized that my father's pursuit of humanized schools meant being marked by an infra-patrol of high level malice, beatlemaniac girls at the FBI being commonplace.
It speaks to the baseness and stupidity of Peter Gabriel's disingenuous mind, a celebrity sloven as cruel as he is unattractive. He is putting out jinx enforcement. In fact, the incidents at 10th and Jackson speak to this tirade of ingenuity by the combine. Gabriel's doctrine has enforced the brainwash that has kept out of our history books for example the fact that James Garfield was murdered over the 14th Amendment. Gabriel is a Warren Report type, selling the sacred hysteria of Whitney Houston in her need for super-conservative Kevin Costner as her boydguard. His "I will take you" assassin seeking the big time glosses over the truth about Mark David Chapman giving grand cover to Sean Strub, but the words are serious enough, since Gabriel took Shannon Harps as a souvenir to hell.
So in being asked not to protest my own pain, not even question it publicly at a Town Hall the basque rippers hotwire a devious environment of retaliation. The manufacture of abortions to grant the guilty a quid pro quo arrangement to the liking of Britain and their need for deviousness led to the heart of the AIDS Combine, or I should say, their nest, Ian's Venus Fly Trap.
Daddy never knew what hit him, but he at least would have been open minded enough to listen. That communication breakdown caused by comaplasm is what I'm faulted for by the same people who would seize and grab the microphone if I raise a question publicly. Like they would have listened in 1974 what they dread to hear in 2011. The deceit by the AIDS combine is very smug in that respect. AIDS has been used by Strub, Eno and Midori as a weapon to attack me for questioning my father's murder - an injection evidence note - just like HIV is. That's how smug Obama's hold on Seattle is and how implacable the pro-Reagan guerilla facade of Aaron Dixon, who property fixation, by the way, not mine is behind failure to warn. They couldn't both endorse prosecution based on evidence and objective detective work AND advance their claim that Blacks were not involved and pussyball the higher cause to public safety.
Convolutions that would make your head spin are at work. Danse Macabre has been around for a long time, but the idea that tricky abuse of langugage could make Gays take pride in defending the AIDS Combine is abomination, yet that is the heart of the Stonewall concept and 911. The Gays were lured into an abandon that gave them the On The Beach (Neville Shute) drag race of Two Virgins Pussyball, endorsed by Big Brother/Yoko Ono. I was attacked on Bryant Street for God's Sakes and nicknamed "queerbait" "Queery" and so forth. My father dedicated a book to Martin Luther King, but Nancy Reagan was too fast for all of that. There was a Shinto spoil, Midori, of higher cause, and passion, Madonna fawning over the assassin's Asiatic eyes. Flipp came on as the Culture Kid, offering brutality towards a victim as a barometer to compense everbody's fine feelings. There was no reaction against Victor Frankl's big fib history books because of the Big Brother endorsement (Paul McCartney).
Revulsion is the proper way to describe my emotions towards Midori. Someone who cackles that way about lost art, lost hopes, vanquished feelings of identity and personhood is the wrong type for me. The philosophy outcome, its theosophy especially, comes cheap for the an English celebrity sloven, especially with brain damaged prey. Yoko Ono's model of the Infidel, fidelity-less one driven by jealousy in a two-timing double standard, used as frankenstein psychology to cover up a premeditated AIDS testing war game takes no cognizance of the fact that the two-timing syndrome was neuro-impacted, a function of neurottrance actually premeditated to create the parochial allegation of Pavlovian fixation while setting up a call and response: do you love Midori? They you have to die of AIDS. Coming across Naylan Smith mispelled Nyland in an Ace paperback from the 70's makes me shudder, because of how incredible the abundance of Day of the Condor style encryption in publications Hitler's revenge really is.
The dirtiest convolutions, the Walrus Prince of Fools contest, the Pisschrist idea already in the nana hex work of Anne Sexton and Penis Gabriel, his Saalmun Rushdie-ism, partnership with Mona Bone Cat Stevens, his pathetic lying and fetishes like seeing his name in lower case all limn a Gay culture who priss with glee over their kiss and never tell raping berzerker, slashering for Brother Eno. Human egosim and fatalism played right into the hands of Strub, Nixon and Fripp.
The myth of overpopulation was designed to safeguard the General Electric Cold War Age which also supplies the wealth of the American Gay Bigots in California and Seattle. Eno must've have really worked hard to come up with prilosec, though. If I don't take enough anti-gas medicine I get delerium from gas dreams.