Objectivity is terribly important, the most important thing in government. While I do my best as a deaf citizen to be objective, my condition emotionally as a victim of compound ritual abuse and torture, not once, but of recurring hostage duration, in a lifelong ordeal of targeting, I would not be able to advance a claim of objectivity at all times, nor would I subscribe to the view that this should be expected. When victims become the seat of judgement hope for fairness is doomed, especially when the victims themselves are deluded or mistaken about what happened. For this reason the claim by the Reagan powers that I am deluded about who mutilated me in childhood has to be taken into consideration, but only in light of their lies and cheats about what really happened, and alliance with those they offer as substitutes. A lack of complete objectivity does not itself prove that an ability to access evidence is absent. Indeed, a victim may well be less susceptible to propaganda, rather than more suscpetible.
My nephew Steven Thompson is in the margins of West Virginia Government. Bad counsel has kept him from intervening when I was tortured and my rights violated. It's not true that I think highly of him in this tragedy. I'm disappointed, but to challenge the aggressor Obama would not only cost him his job, but the Dixon faction would murder his children and as Reagan told me, they "may yet."
The source of how London and King County operated is that the Filipinos do not know the difference between liberation and human trafficking because their science of liberation is trafficking which resulted in the Burstyn scroll found in the house of a Pittsburgh humanist. Filipinos live in terror of being found out for Godfathers. There were a few expert publishers that could have balked at the letters planted on Jimmy Crary, the grave injuries, the deceitful claims made by persons named in them, the greed of Peter Gabriel, the arrangements might have brought Harps Magazine to my defense at Pitt News from Gabriel, my authoritarian and negligent mother, and from Vince Eirene, a local bad guy whose hatred for me rallied child molesters all the way in Seattle, but the eugenic plans of a pan-African gyrationist named Obama working for Reagan in return for promises of power.
When Reagan publicly announced his threat to kill me, in Allentown of 1987, John Stockwell followed me along with Penny Harcourt the attorney for The McCartney Estate arranged by Peter Gabriel. So the kids wouldn't realize how badly they were burned by England and its decrepits, The McCartney Estate had penned themselves in as discovers and heroes, seizing the war plans in the names of the victims, and naming Obama automatic beneficiary as if AIDS were America's dream come true. Watching Queers self-organize to advance their own assassins while using The United States of America as the mainstage makes for a peculiar death row. Peter Gabriel also has a big media plan to stage the Grand Cover-Up. Very rich people are behind it, but they shop in the gutter where brutal queers are as cheap and plentiful as treacherous black dopeheads. When Sound Mental Health amde clear that the price of legend was being murdered by a gang of pirates with a Federal license to lie, their inside deal with a depradating fascist ignoramus, popular at the local colleges, named Fripp became obvious.
The kids in Seattle are more vicious politically than the pigs they loath, a fact that makes the pigs gurgle with spiteful bliss. This is the undercurrent that made the return of Ken Griffey such an ugly spectacle. AIDS was a silly time for the callow, pedestrian moralism Black Americans engaged in to justify ripper acts of Hitler Trojan Pussyball. Women have the right not to sleep with Black men Cornell; just as white men should not just assume they don't want to. Trying to deal with Obama's pussyball eugenic cover story and alibi is like trying to reason with Adolf Hitler. Blacks were given license to lie for Japanese values in Springfield, a wall against Mexico and a Massachusetts man you can finally trust. Either outcome brings with it the long trusted persistence of hatred, wearing the sour mask of love.
Real Love is what The McCartney Estate called Gail Burstyn. Not coincidentally her partner Martin Andelman is Peter Gabriel's bankruptcy attorney in the Taliban, an old friend of Leslie Katz and Andrea Swimmer. To poison someone very mortally in the stomach when they come to your promise of a plane of refuge is a depraved and vile act, an organized crime and an attack on teh right of objectivity. To have allowed such serial devestation as catastrophic exploitation as if a showpiece and spectacle of homelessness, after child mutilation and gang abduction torture crime, to silence me politically is not objectivity but it comes from our government and is endorsed by Governor Gregoire. I assume it is a strategy, however warped, to protect Nancy Reagan by any means necessary from the truth about her husband. I would not be surprised if it killed me and I am very seriously wounded.
To understand what the U.S. Government has done the words of the man from Mt. Desert Island who followed me to Allentown in 1987 when Penny Harcourt and Reagan were on hand, John Stockwell, illustrates most loudly the royal deceit of Peter Gabriel as well as the juvenile structure of the AIDS Onslaught and their kiddie porn manufacturing pedophile violence pursuant traumatic bedlam. Stockwell brayed at lectures of his world reknown pleasure and competence at torture leading to derangement and death. His endless bragging that the CIA is a Nazi agency where he was employed for decades and widely admired, stated that what he learned and valued most as experience is that the cruelest aspect of the art is that the victim continues to reach out, plead with the murderers, trying to connect with them as if they awere human. Using this knowledge he knew exactly how to deceive them and then whip them to achieve the greatest horror and humiliation, as Amnesty International did in depradating on a neuroplasm while setting up the rape of deaf Jeannie, and within this harrowing faith in his genius we find control of my household by the grim shepherd himself Luger-elli, married to my daft, arcane, Midwestern mother on whom I am trama-deafness dependent.
If Seattle Police don't want to be called pigs they should refrain from giving me the childish handsign: everything you say turns around and goes back at you, because unlike Reagan, I didn't rape anyone.
It took only a few men of criminal genius. Anyone who ever knew Martin Andelman should be alerted and advised that he was Gabriel's partner. I don't have time to face off with every Filipino jackal in Chinatown, but the claim that I have sunken eyes from porno is a crafty attempt to discount torture trauma, home invasion and neuroplastic skull injury. It is a murderous libel to deny that Black Hitlers are murdering me for the Princess Midori. It may seem to friends to undercut my viability as a witness, but you will notice how studiously they avoid the evidence and how unprincipled their comedy of manners. Ultrahigh itself clearly underscore the connection between comedy and martial law. What does all this petty humiliation serve? Death for holding a hard one conclusion as my right to belief in the United States no less when all the evidence is in my favor. How very noble indeed.
One is reminded again of the hangdog Bret Boone, a symbol of all that was decency, worthy and American in Seattle, corrupted and kicking the can like an occupation era Czech intellectuals too petty to be worthy of a deal like Faust, but following suit all the same.