Those who are well-intentioned must never be allowed to win. Are we in agreement? Those who are well-intentioned must be heckled by crows and jeered. If they are not mutilated to the status of Sani Vann, the child sex slave found with an eye gouged out, traumatized by the prospect of AIDS, then a horrible chastisement should await them. Those who did this to Jimmuh Qwee are going to be given airtime. Not only was Mt. Desert Island justified but there is no reason on earth that they should not hold sway. Have a look at some of the spy cam movies they made (we'll withhold the rape of deaf Jeannie since it might scare seniors to hear us barking with laughter), but the rising of the Outlaw Sun will not be complete without a performance of the world's safest, sexiest Biblical anti-heroine from the Old Testament of Dick Starkey, Midori Goto herself, with her Sistuh Souljah, Hypatia of Many Colourz, Mickey O'Bama. Let's have a glimpse of the Environment, Ronald Wilson Reagan's most expansive and famous expanding pie.
The symbol of life, for Adolf Hitler, was a virgin of death. He said before disappearing to Argentina, if I were to be defeated I would rather it were you, to the USA. He took great pride in showing us the New Wey. Don't get me wrong. JFK was tough as nails. In addition to a hick of a brother, and being a good Massachusetts trooper, he could crucify. He stared down the Soviets when they tried to put nuclear bombs in Cuba, and allowed the nutter Allen Dulles to con him into the Bay of Pigs. He failed to see in the murder of President Diem the conniving of Ambassador the self-destructive conniving of Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr., but he was exhilirated by liberation movements around the world, and suffered when the heartbeat of global society was given angina by the death of Patrice Lumumba. His vision of the Peace Corps foresaw a future for life on earth an era of mingling, rather than sabotague, of hope rather than terrorism, because of this, his receptiveness to the heart of gold, he was done in by the nutjob Dulles in Dallas, a Nazi German double agent from the OSS. Today, if David Bowie, the laughing gnome of Allen Dulles, is hope, then we must do without hope.
When I was forced to train, with congential runs, in anguish, from Seattle to New York, having scraped the money together at last to land stinking and dejected in Pittsburgh and see mother and beloved Jeannie one last time after going to the Dakota and Apolgee to the Ono hag (I was met at the gate by a very saddened door man) I passed through a place in Minnesota that twenty years ago I would have dashed off the train in a fit of rapture and expectation to be, and it would have been the happiest day of my life, for Midori Goto was to play the next night, but that day, as I watched the lead opportunity pass by listlessly from the forlorn window it was the most lifeless day I have ever known. I felt a pang of joy when the train picked up speed and began travelling beyond. Today, on the saddest day in human history, when we know what it means: The Butler Did It, in a generation that has been totally humiliated by New York City, whose only claim to bray is that at least they aren't me, I am reminding myself that there is actually such a thing as the virtue of the fallen. It surprises me, in fact, that no one has ever given any thought before to the idea of a revolution against the Catholic Worker ideal in defense of a girl like Sani Vann.
JFK understood the virtue of a nice time, as well as the value of a charitable investment. I've been accused of mongering a sort of Falstaff porn abode, which implies lewd and indecent, for arguing that within that world is not only evidence that AIDS was manmade, but proof that within the realm of harlots is a heart of gold. Under Ultrahigh Totalitarianism, I spect I'm just about bound to shotgun'd into accepting the horror of Midori Goto again someday in my presence, just to be shown off as the stuffed pig of Mickey Longknives, but I dream of Jeannie, and her maiden name was Mary. Being convinced that the showdown of Ayn Randian pussyball is tyrannical absolutism by women completely convinced of themselves in aping Moonunit Zappa who congenitally believes that being obnoxious is feminine, I'm prepared to elope with just about any honest girl offered by Sun Myung Moon. That is, if the pervert White of Sound Mental Health hasn't given me HIV as an object lesson.
I don't know if the day will come when anyone will ask: Just who IS Peter Gabriel and how did he get the power, leverage and assumed right to manipulate and molest Jimmy Crary to such an insane degree? But looking over the history of his madness, chauvanism and syphillus one is absolutely right to address the abomination with the question: Was Amnesty International actually a creation of those who released AIDS? We know for a fact now that Peter Gabriel wrote the alibi for Ronald Reagan and that it was a lie. I have been asking for a Joint Session of Congress to address the evidence that Reagan killed JFK and to answer the conviction of the former President with a post-mortem Dishonorable Discharge. It is a rational answer to a surreal crisis. In the ideological self-service of John Lennon we have been faced offensively with his estrangement as New York City brokered the disgraceful idea that Larry Flynt is the wisest of men in defense of Will Zell Broome. This convolution by the parasite Paul McCartney will dog us through a thousand years of facelies if we don't grapple now and with a great deal of remorse, focus and concentration on the reality of Sean Strub, his purpose and mission, and his ties to Little Israel in Pittsburgh, a place called Squirrel Hill.
Do not be taken down by Amanda Harcourt and Peter Gabriel's thrill kill doctrine that Adolf Hitler was a friendly ghost nor that it was Lennon's spirit. Instead, be brave, be true to ourselves, admit what Will Zell proves about what Ronald Reagan did and really was, admit that the special effects team and Reagan Labor had me in D.C. for the show when he had Hinckley shoot the Press Secretary, when Reagan shot James, after giving me a facial, raping deaf Jeannie, holy work from the Old Testament of Dick Starkey, like the hells belladonna and status quo ante of Clinton's regnum: Midori Goto and her five abortions compense to the Penis of Rome. To pacify the victims while claiming to be encouraging and avenging them, Hypatia of Many Colourz spread her Watchful Wings of the Skies and bellowed, "Lennon is your spirit! Follow Dr. King! Let me take you up!"
We must learn to pass the torch, quickly and more wisely, to people for whom history has not yet ended in the manner that it has ended for the parochial schoolers loyal to Bush and his Ultrahigh Units. They've been allowed to masquerade as abortion avengers. Lennon was after all killed as a metaphor for abortion in the script being followed to a tea. It seems only fair in Revolution No. 9 to extrude and mutilate a deaf somebody as flesh and blood effigy of his born again-ness. True horror crime. The police think it's neat, Robert, so do the queers. Holy mollifying batman. Don't be embarassed, forget ye not the carrot tape. Jimmy would not eeeeeven dare.
It's clear their realism is parroting the guilty to advance the guilty.
My mind balks at how offensive Britain has become. They must be stopped, even if it means going to war against England again.