One of the central deceits of Vaclav Havel is the idea that the powerless have power. If Havel had not himself cut a Faust bargain with Hitler through Reagan’s powerful grip on the publishing industry and in Hollywood, he would never have been heard of in the first place. His rotten tracts of Czech partisanship would have blown away in the wind. Czech partisans like Charles Lindbergh all love King Crimson. Havel’s life is an exercise in the persistence of power and his garbles are the enticing doublespeak of Saruman, the lizard tongue of Tolkien who abandoned wisdom and truth in order to enjoy the rewards of persuasion. Havel, too, must fall. Havel will fall, along with his trivialization of human value and veritas. The sun continues to shine after the memory of all tryst. Yet one finds Havel nattering on Tryst Street at the corner of Broken Sage, while the ship of the sun is driven by a thankful Hitler.
Even Robert Fripp’s shrewd and compromised mind can detect when it has been lying with venom. Grim satisfaction to see him hissing as he chews the carpet. Found for using AIDS victim as Hitler’s Fifth Column, he sees his shabby victories begin to thin. What is there to say of those who believe in plastic reality but that their reality is plastic? His art was to render our politics service to enormity through an operation so obscure it passed muster in a society where jive attitudes hold sway and reading habits next to nil.
In being asked to believe the unbelievable about Reagan, British fascists moved to punish speaking openly. The reason we have statutes of limitations is to prevent such organized crime. The British want to liberate a force of fiction about the past by punishing expression of what really happened. They advanced a platform of brilliant deception intended to hold domain as I fought to be allowed permission to expression as theory what is known as fact and should not be suppressed, much less punished. Their dog-eared, immiserating idea is that a battered, traumatic, handicapped, hostage, intoxicated child, crying in confusion and shame, should be tried as adult for actions from the realm of Alpha Centauri.
AIDS was an act of Reagan war and Robert Fripp is his partner in crime.
If AIDS were not manmade, a poet would not be on an informal death row being told that in order to prove it they have to die by it. It is analogous to telling a woman, if you think abortion isn't murder, we'll abort you. The root argument of King County Government is that the letters of Gail Burstyn should have been understood by little Jimmy. This is not factually speaking even actually true. The point of the gamestre styled contraption is that John Lennon's life could have been saved and this would be the pre-eminent consideration to a body of government to whom The McCartney Estate takes precedence over millions of people, and it also fails to examine the understudy lessons indicating that the other Beatles may have even killed Lennon, or staged his exit, with a quick cremation to cover their trace. Well known for my unique place in the script, I endorse the question of whether Lennon, like Hitler, was taken to safety and knew about the plan to kill JFK in advance. The intensity with which I endorse this field of study should not be framed as comparable, however, to my acceptance of the view that he was probably killed sacrificially, in the manner they are mutilationing me. I do not, however, and beyond a shadow of a doubt can prove this, believe that Reagan was actually shot. This theatrical incident was well prepared to make that claim in a part of the war effort, a game, to leave me holding the bad, accused of framing and lying to President Reagan, which was a major accomplishment for Reagan as an ally of Hitler's revenge.
Reagan was always assured of support. We should not over emphasize the amount of support he received. It was his due, based on what a normal person would accept about what happened, just as we should be careful not to fault even inquiring people who, at first, believed The Warren Report or the misinformation that Hitler died in Berlin in 1945. The support Reagan was assured was his due, but it was not his right to advance violently against testimony that contradicted this support; indeed, to do so in the manner that he did was revealingly irrational.
Why did he get so mad when one person didn’t believe him? Surrounded by so much support what did one idiot from Pittsburgh matter?
Once you admit this, you are entitled to look at why I don’t believe him and once you begin to look at why I don’t believe him, you find out why I don’t believe him and that is why he got so mad. He was entitled to a presumption of innocence but not a guarantee.
His strongcard was the claim, endorsed by a violent and strongarm faction led by Oliver Stone and Dick Storkey, underwritten by Jim Marrs and Fenton Bresler, that he loved Lennon, that the good and the true were under attack and that that Jimmy Crary should have known that sooner and taken actions that were decent and not driven by sexual inquiry. The ordeal that followed, we are told, was perfectly understandable emergency response. By contrast with the claim that the letters had a pattern a child could detect is the verifiable reality of the fact that the same pattern was in his film The Killers in 1963 and released nationwide, yet no one detected it. The innuendos in the letters were everywhere around me growing up. It is ridiculous to say that the evidence was primarily in the letters. The letters just confirmed the evidence. It is a tragedy that Lennon died, one that causes an ache, but his death to be made meaningful should define what the enemy did, not inform a call to aid and advance the enemy. The death of John Lennon is not a crime that James MacRyland Crary would ever have gone along with, so the Taliban trial should be shot dead.
The innuendos were everywhere, and more often than not supported, as we see in the alibi the Fripps wrote for Reagan over Mt. Desert Island. The presumption that it contained a rational language demonstrates the unfairness of every single thing that Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama unleashed at me, always in the old George Wallace style of ~ send ‘em a message. The truth about that style is that there is no one to report it to. You have to accept such threats because they are too wearying to protest. You cannot really know what they mean. You cannot really say with certainty who was responsible and you knock out your own credibility by rapping on them endlessly. Of course, if there’s a cross fire on your lawn and you call the Sheriff there were areas where the whole town would come and say, “Boy, there ain’t no cross burning on your lawn.” They will call you irrational.
Accordingly, it was necessary to pursue the case and that made the Fripps real mad, so mad that they tried to destroy the evidence and incite AIDS victims to take me as a souvenir to hell. They may kill me yet for busting them. In order to invade they circumvented the courts and abolished them, creating a Taliban of lynch thuggeeism. Everybody knows what to do to a pussy. Their good deeds towards me have all been fake. They know and some may have an inkling how terrible what was done to me has been and just do not care. Helping me or alleviating the savagery is out of the question. They take as unwillingness to shoot them a license to continue their criminal insanity. Sometimes what seems to be a threat is a cry for help, but they will always read it as a threat, because they are shopping for a pretext to attack.
One of the most important gains that was made in Seattle was access to Reagan Era Japanese Cinema. The categories have had to be changed from pre-War, Wartime and Post-War to pre-War, Wartime and Occupation Era. If there is a post-War Era it traces to about 1994. The real Midori Goto over whom the Pussyball War was fought was one of Nancy Reagan’s plotters. The dream of Midori was conjured by the murderers of Lennon. She knew that and went along with them. That Diamond Dogs by Bowie made me think of De De (NEVA Mancine’s sister to whom the murder of Martin Luther King is correlated) implicates him as does the outcome of Queer Rage in support of Obama. It is completely false to claim that I am to blame and to rape my girlfriend and poison me.
Introducing new issues to cover up old falsehoods is the pattern of Robert Fripp’s mind. Discovering the pattern is in adversary’s mind can also lead to serious repercussions. He introduced a complex numerical system for fascist accounting that clutters up my writing so he can bray of his evil influence when in reality his violent point of departure, completely unprovoked, entirely masks a serial assassin, deceit and despicable frauds, heaped in his endgame of a counter-grievance, embodied by the benevolent token of choice: Sean Strub, leader of ACT-UP, the Green Party, and Queer Rage, a man in the AIDS Confederacy himself who accepted AIDS out of noblesse oblige for his upstaging of Lennon as the messiah.
A legacy of jive attitudes has little obstruction in the American marketplace, and so false information can be made to sound true gaining popular acceptance. Reagan’s claim to being shot is seemingly failsafe not because the evidence does not demand review, but because the audience is unruly. I’ve been punished for smuggling my writing to the public domain by having copyright attacked in criminal confiscation in an acrimonious, painful gesture by the rabid who have stated that they wrote the script, executed the plan and belong in power for it, as the only source of narrative, in their case rabid lies.
If you call a tulip a rose, it’s still a tulip, so much for the so-called science of using AIDS for dialectical Marxism. Amazingly enough it the upperclass who cannot stand to be touched who come wiping their snots around saying to prove you love them. All of this was scripted behavior.
Queer Rage exists on the far side of political correctness. Their demands for political correctness are the same as Hitler’s: they are afraid of words.
When I wrote the Heaven and Hell Odyssies it had a fear novel ideas: the idea that the moon was once a sister planet on which there were being whose minds were communicated through a sensate language expressed through a phonix vocal chords that gave rise to a musical language in deep sensitive harmony with the world around them, until challenged by the rise of sinister manipulator capable of thought invasion almost undetected, but its primary theme was a simple one: a musical person who knows the path through hell by love. It asks at length a question that has been around forever, answered only indirectly in the Bible: What became of Able?
I do not mean to encourage the misuse of the Bible or the platitudes of Martin Luther King. I am calling your attention to a criminal attack on our planet’s people by the monster Reagan and asking for a Joint Session of Congress.