You are 12 years old. You have just been kidnapped and battered. Someone else sent you letters you did not understand. Now you are blamed for John Lennon's murder and the AIDS Epidemic.
No other scenario has ever been permitted. The attending allegation is that my investigation was an anti-Reagan scam. The crime was so effectively organized by the aggressor pretending to be on the side of the Queers that the crime itself was adopted by the victims. As anyone can see this wasn't a live and let live situation. The reason this situation looks the way it does on many different levels is because of their genius. A meaningless agreement was arrived at by gross misrepresentation. So many devices are used to deter proper recognition of the case as surreal police brutality against an anti-war demonstrator who was only a child that it has become an impossible mission to get anyone to tell the truth. It came with a blindside attack when I was scarcely twelve years old. It was like being shot.
Ringo Starr, higher than Presidents, has declared in this maniacal farce that Unity is More Important than Truth. It should be Obama's campaign slogan.
It is a case of issues put together as found art by accomplices with a burning need to make sense of why they so empathize with such a sacrilege. Some strangulating force has surrounded me in the name of violinist Midori Goto, who jumped out of the magician's hat as the new Yoko Ono when the time was ripe. She led the rape by superwave unleashed by Schwarzenegger's Government targetting me as a reporter as they had done as a child, attended by the snide rabidity of Ian MacDonald from King Crimson like quite in a Russian winter novel. The violence of Asian Cult Pussyball attended by Donald Trump.
Who are these idiots who can't put themselves in the shoes of a traumatized 12 year old, maybe eleven? I've worked on this case for for thirty years and at age 51 with studied practice, I still cannot keep an intelligent, viable, gifted, deep, talented, thoughtful 42 year old man from dislocating, dissociating and tuning out when broaching the most blunt aspects tactfully. You have no idea what they did to Jimmy Crary. You have no idea what you did to me. Now you expect me to submit to the histrionics of New York City, willingly, again. I'm sure it's very noble of those who live on Planet Auschwitz to want company, but if Seattle's Gays and The Stranger Newspaper present themselves as defenders of the afflicted and at risk then maybe they might settle for instead being depicted as ramp guards in Dachau. What the hell did they expect from me after a doctrine of malediction on behalf of the truly guilty?
If I were so wrong, why did Outhouse Harkin of Iowa viciously attack a poet whose investigation a woman no less than Martha Gellhorn endorsed? It is a case of pseudo-advocacy, masking nazism. Shown to have been based on Jonas Salk's book: Survival of the Wisest, and Sexual Self-Destruct: The Conscience of the West by a neighbor of Cyril Wecht, friendly with Bart Stack, the University of Pittsburgh Public Safety Director at the time of my arrest on yet another bogus allegation of Defiant Trespass, they now want me to sell this story to you without getting them arrested or myself killed. It is too fundamentally wrong. If they followed script, then they wrote script. If Spike Lee says Reagan Got Game, rather than Wrote Game it is because the objectives of Reagan and Mr. Youssou N'dour were one and the same. Seattle is full of glowering plastic neurorealitarians who bought a ratheap from hypnorevenge heapists. The adoption of this farce in this context is criminal psychiatry at its worst. If you were waiting for me to find the letters in a helpful context you should have paired me with Midori then and there.
In need of nurture, but all the same up to the task, I was instead regarded as subhuman. Well, okay, Midori isn't the person I took her for, but bringing bikers in to police on behalf of so-called abandoned women from college affairs is more than a little much, although typical of Ringo on little Jimmy hate crime. The explanation given is that the script was psychologically consistent with me as a person when the opposite is true; the explanation given was a letter to leslie katz that said the opposite of what they calumnied. Goto is an insane person. On the subject of the Beatles being current means being out of step. The only qualification I should have needed to be the walrus in 1993 was sharing the feeling that killing John Lennon was out of bounds. Unquestionably, I was sad.
These same persons at Pitt had bumped off the Chair of Education who was also my father. They'd killed Roberto Clemente and Dr. King. That's not an issue that has to be earned, it's a report. I'm the only one telling the truth, they're wrong, so they want someone else. It's perfectly logical. Their stalling on that point proves my case. Failing to destroy all the evidence, to secure their credibility, they managed one reasonable argument, that the gang shot Reagan and said he did it to himself as an acid totality in going the whole hog including the postage. There's only one problem with that scenario ~ the evidence against it, like his having me there, waving to me, and a long era of film semiotics in which he encrypted the storyline, echoed in his speeches. No one can be that jugular against himself and then miss.
Powerful people have been deceitfully meting out this blame games to secure his plan as wisdom. Jimmy Crary was the offending ideology. He will either suffer more or kowtow. Bitterness at incomprehensible, gargantuanly illegal mistreatment is the object function of contemptuous control, illustrating loudly the genetic British need to denigrate. It's most pernicious thread is a Self-Inflicted vs. Prominent Persons dialectic. The evidence proves torture, therefore it is inadmissible. The Queers from Planet Auschwitz, the Warhols from Planet Junkie and the Yammerers from Planet Africa, have lowered the bar so that there is no United States, no rights of the accused, no evidentiary standard, just a wholistic enterprise called Pussyball.
Taken on its own terms this case is one of profoundly toxic female abuse of a deaf and battered child. The two faces of Oliver Stone have spoken loudly against rational interpretation. James. W. Child told me that in a civil or criminal case the statements of a police officer are always given greater weight than a civilian. Likewise Andrea Swimmer, with her bondage skool I.U.D. will always be the fault of little Jimmy whose abject hunger he was forced to quench. It is a sign that suspicions should be mounting about what sort of atttitude and designs organized labor harbors towards the arts. It was after all Reagan Labor, also known as The Democratic Party, who pulled this off. People felt badly for Andrea Swimmer, and while I am sure that is all very noble, you ought to be advised that she knew about the Burstyn letters and lay in wait for evil hour to arrive.
The game that Pittsburgh and Seattle played, home to Appalachian and wanderlust wobblies, was a game of symbolitry up for grabs ~ relativism morphed into nihilism, stroked into form by Pitt and Stone. They invented symbols until they had utility to oppoworld. There was no Nanking, only Hiroshima. There was no Jimmy Crary, only an imaginary Andrea Swimmer, playing her token role of misused womanchild, so that she could blame an imaginary Jimmy Crary for things about which he had no role and no knowledge, by demanding he sleep with her, too. Behind this seemed to be David Braunstein, but it was larger, Paul McCartney. Hard as it is to believe, Andrea Swimmer was hired in Pittsburgh to waylay Jimmy Crary in 1975 so that Carolyn Hale could extort art in Seattle, 2012. Hollywood tears are easy to come by, and they wax crocodile when faced with real ones.
Andrea Swimmer is behind much of the Federal degradation of the other that has become endemic to the issue. She made the carrot tape. The punishment meted out on Jimmy Crary was associated with the absence of virginity. How is a reminder of how sly Greg Karl's parochial sneer. Thus, Jimmy went through tragedy in rejection by leslie katz. The pain was invisible, an impacted neuroplasm.
It's easy to get tired of shock jocking. Poetry gets beaten into androgyny and back, lisps an English bully satire, but it bears no resemblance to Ming Na Wen's cowardly hypocrisy in never speaking out against Carnegie Mellon gag art drama skrewball production: RADIO KKK, meant far less tongue in cheek than it supposedly appeared. Nevertheless, African American homebodies are just cheating themselves of a chance to laugh when making landgrabs over Jimmy Crary's imitation of Stuart David Sheppard's (SDS) infamous diatribe about New York's "jiggiboos". It takes more than Al Gore attributing the word hoe about Andrea Swimmer to me to make a nauseating confederate of his Christian war gaming on behalf of the AIDS Combine into a redemption song. Al Gore snuck up on little Jimmy after finding him crying in shame from surrendering to Andrea and pulled off my fig leaf. Well golly gee, isn't he Gomer Pyle at Sunday School.
M.A.S.H. in fact has played a big role in this crime. Alan Alda is a Catholic Jewish family man. Ian Wattenmaker named in the scroll led the pack in educating nine year old children to the birds and the bees after he saw that film. When Martin Andelman lived across the street from Saul Brecher, railing about wiring someone's jaw shut, he would sit with Swimmer's adopted brother Alvar watching M.A.S.H. episode after M.A.S.H. episode, as if in a trance. Alan Alda in 2004 in an interview with a dude named held up six fingers when Oliphant made mention of five leading to identity confusion. Oliphant said that he began thinking he was Dennis Kucinich. Why, you might even call Oliphant the Walrus! An Oliphant never forgets, and truly to Ollie's fans Alda was at the Kennedy Library for this Interview presumably not in the two-faced contempt of Oliver Stone lining them up against the wall like pigs at a trough, the contemptuous image he used to describe hard tasked, thankless Kennedy researchers.
I've always hated what Los Vegas did to Judy Garland. Maybe it's personal. I have tremens waking up to the voice: Midori cried and cried when she lost to Ronald Reagan (MacDonald and Gordon), but in the upcoming bid to woo me to Ft. Myers, Florida, I see only a rival's desire to stick out her tongue at little, little Robert Fripp over a deaf poet who came a long way. Fripp made what had the potential to be quite a nice little story in a tale of the dregs simply to pleasure the appetite of Lennon's killers. It's impossible to ignor the racist aspect of the story, the Black on Asian appearances, but that is all they are. It is meant to seem that way because of their genius. It is the Reality as Movie fable they are telling in partnership. A juvenile stunt in laissez faire as a Hell's Angel dare.
Prove-you-love-me-queers are always deployed, even in the best of times, by degradators like Paul McCartney and Admiral Michael Mullin telling seedy biol-linkage stories of Marxism by letcherous professors of Pussyball like Cornell West. Alpana was set up so the Black Man wouldn't have to step aside if honorably rejected in personal preference to a white suitor. For Midori Goto isn't there to humanize the school, she's there to be Penis Gabriel's Staffordshire plate in Senegal. Love your mind, Jimmy, but oh how we hate that cyber-history, myuh! Wry glare on the horizon in the single's bar. It's indecent to be Irish in America with women like Penny Crary, Mary Ellen Tunney and Carolyn Hale around.
The vicious clawing at the class line fails to address in its warped concept of fitness the simple truth of the fact that in love there are other considerations. Not everyone with a fetus diagnosed with Downs Syndrome runs for the suction. When ragged for African American History homilies as giving a blessing from the Pope (the worst of curses) I'm supposed to growl, what Pope mentioned the Jews and put his life on the line? The answer of course is Paul McCartney Atlas Shrug, 'SO?' In an Orchestra War of MultiCultural Death Coping, either you die by the sword in Dealey Plaza or you ain't Penis Zappa, Inc.
John Lucarelli used to hum at every opportunity, "No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American people." Thos. Hale Gordon used to hum at every opportunity, "Maybe God had a sense of humor." Luger and Godron would have been meaning Hitler. His idea of gallows humor was deaf poets hung by the neck until dead to the jeers of his favorite martians: The English.