Pussyball is blackmail, but the nightmare of Arnold's nuclear Katz game in quid pro quo tic-tac-toe is that Obama and Midori had agreed (in the characteristic greed and ingenuity of Yoko Ono's junkie habitats, in advance to black victory and progressively staged it to give the illusion that Goto was taken away. Gabriel is a macabre assassin determined to use Beatles' authorship of revolution and the AIDS atrocity to establish foreign jurisdiction.
Establishing jurisdiction is a very controversial affair in Obama's reign because of his poison crimes and the staged and phony intercept of the plot worked out with 20th Century Fox, Ming Na Wen and Oliver Stone in Pittsburgh. The silly rabble rousing going on, much of by the Service Employee's International Union, is premeditated in a crime written for rabble-rousing. James Kasperowski called it a food fight.
Obama and Reagan staged a Louie adultery for Kings Estate gas chamber. The adultery is a ruse and a linchpin for exempting organized crime run by men like Aaron Dixon. The very fact that I was not the driver at Kelly School proves that Amanda Harcourt of the F.B.I. committed an identity crime of life-shattering permanance. One of her agents in the performance troupe at the Emerald Clubhouse comforted me over the sleazy and smelling heart and stomach poison crimes with the foreign words from New York City, "your work here is finished."
Black Unionism endorsed Reagan. Symbolism is terrorism in the war game. Sanctity of life is highly selective when property is involved. Black power is very important to the AFL-CIO's sleight of hand for Reagan and the Beatles in Pittsburgh. Clinton killed my father Ryland on the Tang Line as a sort of petty ante in the riddle of the Sphinx. Their pre-possession is a racial larceny. Dixon's troops were already in place and in wait. The past issues of torture were empowered by Eno with tall and malicious tales of boundary problems spread by peers.
In the world of Larry Flynt, property is only what cannot be taken from you by force. I warned deaf Jeannie prior to her rape not to pick up dimes and quarters from the sidewalk because foreign English were putting them down to claim that Gurdjieff mindfulness forbid finders keepers as larceny, thus allowing them to rape her in the name of Eric Fromme and Squeaky Fromme. The Squeaky Zappa called in the grease. They attacked me on the job with a cheap trick of Godfather unionism they called onionism, slashering Shannon Harps, for the Ringo Starr Opium War.
No one gets out of Fulton School alive, style.
Santorum's concept of street fighting man appealed to Peter Gabriel when he adopted the crime ring and wrote their alibi for Mt. Desert Island. In endorsing performance art I did not endorse home invasion or my own murder. The only place such evil idiocy needs to be said to qualify a signature protecting the rights of artists is Seattle, where a man tortured by powerful artists working such drama guilds as Radio KKK could whirl about and wheel about and pimp just so to call a little boy they tortured by the name Jim Crow. Riddle of the War Zone.
I'm not endorsing making Emerald House a war zone. It was already an outpost. Witness the name Owen Riley, his loyalty to Obama. Tim Riley just wangled a book on Lennon, the override manipulator of the grand stunt of revolution from the Godspell Mutiny and the back to nature warping of Strub's little Hitler vovaya into the AIDS Green Party, dictating, to the tune of Alla Chertok and Timothy Barnes, the Ming Na Wen decree of David Bowie that James MacRyland Crary, for defending his rather Ryland from the backnife of Robert Fripp, must example the inferior quality of life pursued by his ideological kind while still being rejectioned by a dapper infinite unto von high.
The crime of the robber barons at Carnegie Mellon wants a folk draft to clemence the idea of the Bill of Rights as an inheritance, rather than a birthrite, and have secret whisperers sneering that when my grandmother elbowed me for comfort at the funeral of gramps and I withheld false comfort in favor of my commitment to fine feelings of my own that means Obama GITS to elbow me aside for his lemmings party and call me the driver at Kelly School.
What warped sickos, claiming I'm playing, "the grandfather card" when they are the grandchildren of Hitler marrying in by gunfire for a holocaust by germ.
Blacks in the AFL-CIO knew all about the Burstyn letters when they were sent to me as a child. Don't be fooled by foreign wormtongues with their dragnet word games. Mr. Wright isn't.