Q. Nobody in American politics seems genuine.
A. Are you talking about me again? I told you I'm not going to be politicized as a witness. This is the United States, not some rock star's vicious exterminationist socialism.
If I have been lying this whole time, why won't anyone acknowledge the optic nerve damage? They show what I am talking about ~ horrid, slaughtering, serial fusillades of head blows by strong, armed men when I was twelve and thirteen years old, again and again. Nobody knew because I didn't know. Literally. I found out when I was thirty six screaming on the streets of Des Moines, Iowa from a neuroplasm they twisted through my facial nerve with date rape allegations based on a criminal pretzel put together without a victim by Pitt neurohypnotics who gave me a nerve agent when I was sexually molested in grade school. Crying with shame, I recalled finally, after my eyes nearly separated, being thrown out in the snow by murderers, armed and deadly murderers who tortured me. Do you understand? I couldn't go to school. I was walking in the snow freezing and crying because I was afraid they would be there and see me and they :!: found me anyway.
Rapist pigs.
Nobody knew, if nobody knew, which seems highly dubious, because I didn't. And while I was screaming from their holocaustally traumatic amnesia being murderously tortured by that rabid pig Robert Fripp they were calling me the drive r at Kelly School, raping my girlfriend, taunting me about Midori Goto. How sick, then they slashered an innocent girl. Putrid animals. You've left a record online a thousand miles long about what sort of rabid murdering pigs you are.
Don't expect me to say anything else. They're you :!: heroes.
You're the one who launched 911 in everything but name you disgraces.