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I sometimes wonder if a case involving brutal child pedophilia, kidnapping and mutilation would be so effectively covered up by police if I hadn’t also ended up a witness to the fact that AIDS is manmade. I would like to contrast the fact that France’s involvement with Vietnam traces to a time when Vichy France was an ally of Japan there with the irreversible stomach poison meted out to me by a Vietnamese doctor in a breathtaking act Kent State style. It is very difficult for me to understand why the Vietnam War was allowed to happen. It was both un-American and exceedingly loutish of a thing to do, engaging in combat with a country that was neither inclined nor in a position to hurt you. Mistreatment of their own people was not yet that bad. Absence of constructive diplomacy resulted in mayhem. I believe foremost that a tyrannical ideology gave birth to the orders to invade and destroy and that these orders and ideology originated with Hitlerism. Hitlerism was the organizing force behind the Vietnam War. It is a very peculiar thing to call resistance to the war in Vietnam an issue of conscience since conscience is reserved for more difficult challenges to moral judgement. Commonsense speaks entirely and forcefully enough to be the issue. By trying to pretend Hitler had died at the end of World War Two the powers of High Command loyal to fascism and the murder of innocent people masqueraded as though an ending had already been written to atrocity. The napalm that fell was not extolled for having Zylon B for its exemplar. There’s something to be said for the desire to leave no deaf person behind and I can only cheer the desire of others to understand me or see what happened to me before my ability to bear witness is lost. I am old now and dangerous infirmities have been inflicted upon me by the forces of Hitlerism who never accepted remorse about the Vietnam War. They are dangerously loco and more than one agency, Hancor, The Gurdjieff Society, Queerbasque, have taken it upon themselves to make others the wiser when it comes to me. Some of those involved in psychology for the AIDS victims have considered it a duty, a racial imperative, to defy the criminal insanity of Peter Gabriel’s alibi and false witness program about AIDS and Mt. Desert Island by agreeing to die in an Alamo with the deranged assassins of Plague Mass, Inc. who engineered a spiteful defense of that Hitlerism, too, in the name of the victims, hand in glove with the exterminators, as though every Jew in Lodz Ghetto was satisfied with not being warned of what awaited them since at least they are not Jimmy Creary. Peter Gabriel did more than set upon me with the gang who tortured me as a child and brutally rape my deaf Asian friend Jeannie in the name of John Lennon, he chemically castrated a principled poet after claiming to be from Amnesty International. The stomach poison had no other purpose than to advertise Diamonda Galas’ book The ❗ of God. The King Crimson Band failed to reason properly about loyalty or date rape. As it turns out Robert Fripp of King Crimson is a friend of George Bush and a leading foreign agent under contract to the Central Intelligence Agency for surveillance of popular culture. These shrewd, multicultural klukkers have their own inside little family group whose badge I was said to belong because of my profound father (Ryland Crary)’s Naval service on the same ship as Bush and due to the way the King Crimson Band dangerously upset my public school education despite my best attempts to offer them some defense. The way the Fripps have it I should forgive AIDS being manmade (I do not have AIDS) and thus earn forgiveness for opposing the war in Vietnam. Pretty strange. These readings may seem an esoteric brand of schizophrenic layman’s spymaster webspinning. Take the incident at Princeton Unitarian Church in 1981 with Tami Simon of Sounds True Studios, Boulder, Co. Is there anything to the notion that she has Lennonlike appearances? By what extraordinary flesh and blood experiences with her best friend Leslie Katz did I come to see her as an immortal archetype of androgyny? Are such questions beyond all anthropology? Certainly those familiar with Lenono productions and the way I was accused of negligence in Lennon’s murder must wonder at arrangements so stylized and so exceedingly artful. The Hitlers of Vietnam construed non-violence as an offer to die for the human race or the country or by simple statement about the nature of reality, you oppose murder therefore you are willing to die. Al Gore cannot be differentiated from Hitler on this point. All of their politics as a group legacy are meant to be read as a covert justification for the AIDS Onslaught, a statement that child mutilation is nothing, that this was not a war crime when it was, an evil act, typical enough of Hitler to be ransomed into our collective guilt as an order of acceptance. AIDS Nuremberg is a refusal to accept. It is the stand of an informed writer for statemen assuring a deceived public that they will know the truth and that with truth will come justice. Do not take lightly the call to arms against an enemy within too terrible until now for our newspapers to even name. The AIDS Combine will yet be named and brought to trial. Meanwhile they will make as if the weird exception of torturing a deaf person in an insane war game is necessary and allowable, almost like a Black President, to that which is said not to be insane American misconduct but our normal standard of bearing. Time is running out for me. I have seen the death sentence. I understand what cancellation of my right to even bear witness has come to mean. I know the story of Anna Politkovskaya.
There is a new police line as profound as a dictatorial government masquerading as enforcement of a public code which promotes civil harmony and that is a hard line regarding Post Dispatch Ward Moore’s grandson Jimmy Crary. Berzerkers have long played a game of spy-versus-spy with my life. It is a test case to prove that fascism can be done openly with public approval. They deafened me deliberately and no one showed even the slightest concern. Everyone knows that I am the object of a Federal persecution experiment by criminal extremists in the F.B.I. It has gone on for decades. I’ve been forced to open my eyes to what this experiment was really meant to do me, on the involuntary level, to cause self-destruction, not an easy thing to come to grips with. It is a signature injury by a government intended to blame the victim of their barbaric and screamingly weird military experimentation, a military experiment so odious that our Constitutional protections were shut down by the gangsters who disinherited me of welfare at the Post-Dispatch. They are gearing up to batter me again despite the fact that I am innocent of wrongdoing. Many people were unconcerned because unaffected by the AIDS Onslaught and for the most part they were allowed to set the terms of public dialogue which continue to ignore the script written by those who released AIDS. The victims themselves however were to blame for this. By attacking me they did the work of the assassins. I was just a gradeschool child whose rights were violated, even by Leslie Katz, to whom I wrote the tragic letter used as a cover story. I’m only 52. What age will I be when I am murdered by these Nazis? The script is clear, they murdered John Lennon and formed an International Lynch Mob Taliban to burn me at the stake for daring to be pretty enough to have qualified as the “chosen brother,” as the letters assailed me as. Japan is a revenge oriented political culture. This attack was a revenge attack by the Japanese. Midori Goto’s goal was to scapegoat, castrate, brutalize, humiliate, terrorize and hypnotize me using her fairy princess function in the Lennon mystique of sadism. Lennon was too stupid to see the real reason Ono wanted him to replace his middle name Winston. She has always been very wise to my commodity value. Hence she has invested in cruel derision she sponsored in Pittsburgh. My beliefs have played into the hands of HitlerReagan. I am not prepared to compromise how this appears to me, views that have gestated since I first questioned the disappearance of Hitler as a child, and mourned the death of JFK. Hollywood created the death of Hitler as a necessary myth. After WW2, Hollywood played a huge role in the so-called return to normalcy, particularly in areas under the occupation. Hollywood created the death of Kennedy along Warren Report lines. To what degree was this an ominous, singular strategy? The rescue of Hitler and death of Kennedy should go down in history as one act. Together, they were a wreath at Bitberg-Belsen. The script we found in Pittsburgh confirms this fact and its adoption was adoption of Hitler’s cultural agenda ~ meaning the AIDS Onslaught, a horrible, stunning betrayal. As you would expect in a country where such a thing is possible there are attempts to control and limit discussion of Reagan’s radicalism. Reagan was Berkeley’s most notorious radical. Hollywood and Reagan have also long had their sights set upon me as a dissenting witness about what really happened in D.C. when Hinckley shot Brady. Lewis Lapham says Reagan was really shot but he also claims I was never tortured. That isn’t an opinion you can trust, it is a pronouncement from oppo-world. Gabriel’s alibi for Mt. Desert Island was a victory story for those who started AIDS.
I had my introduction to Reagan style conservativism on a playground. A boy older than me and twice my size stood giving me the finger and jeering me while I ignored him. Over and over he did it until it got so bad I finally gave it back to him. He came in towards me and battered me with slaughtering head blows. A few weeks later he shot another kid dead. This proved me dangerous. Why because a simpering, weak poet in childhood. I’ve made it a point of reporting to The St. Louis Post-Dispatch, where my grandmother put all her hopes and her life, that I was chemically castrated in a sick operation BECAUSE I had done nothing to harm a girl who was severely and incessantly sexually provocative towards me, so much so that her own lawyer said, “It wouldn’t have been rape,” and she asked, “Why should you get another chance?” They literally castrated me for protesting that it would have been rape in my opinion, they also brutally raped deaf Jeannie, my best friend. Why? Because Richard Starkey and Peter Gabriel got behind them and thought it was the funniest thing in the world. You say that isn’t true, that doesn’t make sense. They blamed me for John Lennon’s murder and took away my right to self defense with a schizophrenic diagnosis. If someone gave me the finger and raped my girlfriend it would prove me dangerous if I even reported it to the police.
_________________ Mac Crary’s father, Ryland Wesley Crary, was the author of the textbook: Humanizing the School
The Galaxies and Cancer Vault
The lunatic extreme of the idea that our educational establishment are communist leeches gained endorsement when Ringo Starr evoked Ayn Rand in letting know how he felt about my father, a Pitt schoolbuilder, being named as negligent in the murder of John Lennon, even though such a crime was inconceivable to us. Our school was brutally attacked. A gang attacked me blindside and molested me horrifically in a microcosm of atrocity. All of this is just a laugh for Yoko Ono who told her sheep that I should die by HIV injection for looking at them wrong. The origins of her power to go this road lay in the way Carnegie Mellon conspired to depict heartbreak fraudulently as sexual psychosis. The outcome is a simple-minded formula declaring that cyberporno, which they monitor, is indicative of juvenile delinquency, nevermind that the NEVA Corporation brutally pedophiled little Jimmy Crary into trauma beyond all horror and impacted a neuroplasm. The coward Robert Fripp of King Crimson justifies sadistic, home-wreckering prostitution by alledging that cathartic shock therapy was the only ways to force the neuroplasm to the surface and make it visible. Despite all the scars of trauma on the eyes, ears and facial nerve, the coward Fripp leers as Ringo’s Gestapo that it was self-inflicted. You like this story? I’ve said all this before, but it’s not like you can reason with them. PITT’s experimental ritual abuse was intended among other things to destroy my grandparents’ dream of my having a family and children. To ward against a poor man’s pinnacle of daring to speak truth to the powerless, Seattle helped PITT by poisoning me in the heart, the art, and the stomach. I am today a very broken old guy with breathing problems a fact one of the schizophrenic chatroom trolls makes no bones about chiding me. I’m a gnat’s eyelash away from being injected with psy meds. These Black Magic experimenters, calling themselves psychiatrists (who those familiar with the evidence now realize started AIDS) wanted to use soul murder and heartbreak to fabricate appearances of sexual psychosis they could orchestrate into a lynch frenzy using Lennon and that’s how it worked out. The cruelty towards me has been horrible and spans decades. I stare into space thinking about my decision to return to Pittsburgh, and of Syria. Obama is becoming Caligula. Despite the fact that unions and schools should stick together, it was his laugh, and David Geffen’s, to play a game of corporate arbitrariness which led to chemical castration for writing a bereaved and heartbroken letter in junior college. To think I loved King Crimson, and hitchhiked all the way to St. Louis just to hear one of them play. It’s a hard row to hoe, especially when I hug deaf Jeannie.
_________________ Mac Crary’s father, Ryland Wesley Crary, was the author of the textbook: Humanizing the School
When nuclear plaudit James Child of Bowling Green came to the Nordenberg den of thieves he brought with him the concept of Escalation Dominance. This is a key concept in The Great Backstab authored by The Beatles, who remain very popular despite being the architects that engineered the escape of the AIDS Combine. The riot of help never materialized, instead we had the Cirque d’Imbecile Slipperman riots hand in glove with moral imposters who authored the carnage. This is the tragic outcome of trusting the obscurantist Peter Gabriel. It would take Ernest Hemingway to describe the Slipperman Riots sufficiently to convey the bedlam. Victims were hoodwinked by very base, demented arguments. The British argued that I was trying to steal a penny of sacred eugenic blood money. Penetrating the sadist combination of the National Security Agency’s partnership with Pink Floyd brought weird, deadly reprisals. This wasn’t punishment for social climbing. They want slave labors from a writer and will not let me sit still. To claim it is reclamation of estate from a gifted writer over Lennon fails to make the case that I am to blame and ignors how Ono’s Japan cult have been implicated from a time predating my birth. The Navy allowed this revenge attack. Looking over the material evidence of a Japan cult involvement one of the scary thing is the aware they set up Kennedy in Dallas. To understand Japan cult involvement requires insight into klan operations during the occupation and of Oswald’s presence in Atsugi for some time where was trained in Russian. A suspect is Robert Sherwood. The idea that AIDS was a revenge attack for WW2 authored by Reagan, Dulles and other obvious apparatchiks of Confederate High Command is extremely ugly and jarring, but the evidence is also persuasive. There is a special connectivity between the alibi written by Peter Gabriel for Mt. Desert Island and the claim that Reagan was really shot. My presence at both incidents makes the pattern irreconcilable. At best Reagan sided with those who shot him even though they authored the AIDS Onslaught, an idea I find less credible than that Reagan staged the shooting and had me there on a dare because he planned to thieve the letters planted on me and pin the tale on the donkey. This alibi structure was then used as an umbrella by British Corporation Investment Intelligence Command and Control whose alliance with those who shot Reagan can be summed up in the partnership between Robert Fripp and Miles Kirshner over Leslie Katz, the high school sweetheart whose complaints underwrote Mt. Desert Island despite being empty ones. This cover story for a long premeditated AIDS testing war game was team work. The presence on Mt. Desert Island of an agent named Hillary Logan and the sign prominently displayed on the island when Logan was heavy petting with me: Hillary for Painting illustrates the ribald sadism of someone else prominent who conspired to rub the atrocity in our faces. Bottom line is that the advance of Obama was part of a eugenic symphony, an Ark of Colors where the warrior Black Man arise on the heels of a holocaust and although those whose purpose it serves always leers that AIDS was used to limit Black population growth, those who study the issue closely are very acutely aware of Black involvement from a time predating AIDS. Obama, in other words, and his faction, did more than cheat with Black racial arguments, they did more than cover up for the assassins in a hideous bargain for power, they actually co-authored the abomination. For abomination it is and attempts to normalize it medically are an affront to AIDS Nuremberg meant to allow queer assassins working for Ringo Starr in a silencing measure. The Allegheny Mental Health group understand what happened and are evil or they don’t understand what happened because they attacked an innocent person severely. Heroism was absent. They hurt me very badly. I was had shown by Federal Administration classified nuclear documents when I was 15 years old to establish the special interest of parties like George Will. Midori Goto, in her role, really hurt me and I would like to know why if she w ants me to apologize to Yoko Ono so bitterly why there has been no door open to allow one? It’s not as if I am aloof entirely from them. I’ve had past relations with Fripp and Gabriel. Midori Goto’s foreign military idea of trust took no prisoners. Pitt knew about the neuroplasm they’d experimentally impacted and eventually hit me in it again really hard. They hope repeated injury in the same place will kill me off. Meanwhile they make Napoleon gestures at me on the streets. AIDS was a success because it was rendered an ideological amusement park. Naturally the authorities never looked into the girl with the death tattoo or Zell’s prior arrangements with Mt. Desert Island. Peter Gabriel far too readily accepted and spread Pittsburgh’s storyline. Above all, Mark Nordenberg didn’t like being challenged that justice not power was the basis of law and the business of Pitt. He made clear that might dictates. There has never been a story uglier nor a defeat so total as The Beatles’ betrayal of the AIDS generation. The crime was a gross ruse against idealism. This could be heard in the sneered and derived from the arrange. Take ARK/Artek for good example. Tied to WQED, the firm brought me into contact with the assailant Kasper thus linking him forever to Salk Labor by way of a Buckminster Fuller rip off artist named Tony Dechischis whose history included working with the band Fluid whose leader Rhino once gave me a piano lesson. King Crimson’s music was the soundtrack used when I was tortured as a child and the content of the leit motif is very revealing, a fact that the gang The Guttersnipes enjoyed writing about at great length in describe of their cruel dismemberment plotting. In the neighborhood of Highland Park, they pointed at me and hollered, “He’s the one whose parents are bringing in the niggers,” and they set to do worse than murder. The terrible torment that came down was and is an endless source of mirth for those who later blamed me for the letters. The world’s most sadistic and perverted pediatricians attended to my punishment, splitting my penis to pee in two directions, a crossroads symbol. Years later, purring like Russian women, they pulled a sex scam cover story. I’ve been forced to fight illusions promulgated by Pentagon-Disney under cload of schizophrenia, as the child of a humanist, defiled.
_________________ Mac Crary’s father, Ryland Wesley Crary, was the author of the textbook: Humanizing the School
Knowledge is a deadly friend who seems to know no rules; the fate of all mankind I’ve seen is in the hands of schools. ~informed revision of a well known brainwash song. It is, it seems to me, my unimpeachable perogative, to write what I do and as I do, and I’ve always distained, to say nothing of reviled, the “forces impinging” on my experience as though a “persona” (GK) intending to retard by terror the task of telling faithfully. So it is that on I do what I am on about. Robert Fripp is a poacher and at turns a carrion bird. When I divulged what had embroiled me in high school I submitted to someone charged to care for my dignity but they used it as an opening through which I could be attacked, shrewd bid on popularity, but a terrifyingly cruel backstab. No one really knows why he did it. I suspect the personal attractions of Leslie Sanetta Katz. Fripp went all the way to Bush for his permissions. Permissions is what they were, to do hate crime, crimecraft and catastrophic personal injury. New York operates for Bush in Pittsburgh out of Carnegie Mellon and I’m trying to get to the depth and importance placed on the attack against my father, at Pitt humanities, by them. I suspect Bush looked at Ward, at the Post-Dispatch, and figured he was invisible here in Pittsburgh and decided he was willing to risk it because of the mean potential for a grand win in the AIDS Onslaught. It’s hard to know which is more shocking that those who released AIDS left a written confession giving voice to their operational tactics, reasons and goals or that the public government ignored this discovery/development while a politician and corporate superstate adopted the crime without ever openly acknowledging the victimization of the victims. Obviously, when taken together with the acquiescence and in a great tragic sense the complicity and confederacy of the gay community, encounter with the evidence for these three facts: authorship, discovery, complicity, is a brutal truncheon battering the conscience if conscience there is. It seems incredible beyond ghastliness that there would still be denial and most fateful of all conscription into service for the AIDS combine as a political movement, preying of course on allegations of negligence towards the affected. There was, you understand, a gang much older, when we were kids, armed and deadly, not from our school, who descended upon me. It was a time when the Pittsburgh Post Gazette was publishing articles about kids being murdered by stabbing in the showers of Shuman Center. If you think police now are impenetrable on the subject of kidnapping in a stolen car, imagine me caught in the backseat of one. In light of my love for King Crimson, despite the fact that their art was used to torture me, and the excellence of my family, as humanist educators, dedicated to the elevation of the poor and minority, I thought that Rosa came in peace to be my loved one and marry me, to shepherd me through the hardships of my condition as a political poet. Gabriel’s name destroyed Amnesty International. That lawless pack of wolves had no shame. They FORCED upon me secret information and then castrated me in punishment for reporting what I have learned.
A glimpse into how the psychiatric authorities of the domestic espionage wing of the warfare state stalked and castrated me for reporting a premeditated AIDS Testing operation on Mt. Desert Island and two virgins war game clocked to the atrocity. I met Mary Anne Steiner at Carnegie Mellon, a band called, “He’s Dead, Jim”. The conspirators recruited me to New York, so that Bard College could open an investigation into me based on the claim that my performance with her suggested I was capable of what they called after a sting in Pittsburgh arranged by Leon Fougnies and Kathee DiPietro, a “Plus one dag defiant trespass stroke during otherwise consensual sex” thus justifying murder with HIV as a rapist. In Seattle while homeless I once masturbated into a rubber and described this civil decency in a letter to The Seattle Times which ended, “panting of Rachel.” Pretending to be unamused they gave the letter to the Sheriff who gave it to psychiatric authorities. Then what the Governor’s investigation called, “an unidentified registered nurse” tricked me about my blood pressure into taking a hypertension medicine known to damage the heart and cause erective dysfunction. Thus what the Chinese call “the family gems” were fatally poisoned. Sound Mental Health then hired a woman named Rachel. After a man coming up from the Federal Building blasted me in the face with a basketball deliberately and I got angry enough to yell they arrested me and Rachel told me if i wasn’t more careful I would get myself shot.
I have a neurotrauma in my facial nerve, I’m deaf, my eyesight is poor from unprovoked beatings when I was a child, the perpetrator of the nerve agent, in Neurobehavioral Research at Pitt, who used a personality change chemical on me, has his name in letters from 1974 about the murders of King and Lennon, yet, now legend, to do horror and disgrace on my name, Yoko Ono took the side of Lennon’s killers with a vengeance, covering for their AIDS war game on Mt. Desert Island. The sickest of the low, Midori Goto, fell in love with a violent hun who tore my head off as a child and had me grovelling in the sewers from their violence towards me after the brutal rape of deaf Jeannie, my only friend. Midori Goto came to Duquense University when Ono made a mockery of my attempt to start a family and have a life as a deaf man on the salary of a regular part time library clerk. These are just some of the horrors inflicted on the grandson of Ward Moore, a copy editor for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, made a special object of lessoning by Robert Fripp after I hitchhiked from Pittsburgh to St. Louis just to hear him play one summer after graduating from high school. For this deed I was held in the utmost contempt and decreed by them “an empty set” on 911.
The fact that Reagan was behind the murder of Kennedy is obvious from evaluating the films Storm Warning and The Killers, both extremely interesting films, the latter made as they set up the final hit in Dallas. Storm Warning is arguably the more interesting film, where Reagan perfects his tactic of VENTRILOQUIL FLUXUS. Money was deemed to be had misrepresenting the text of John Lennon’s murder, a tedious issue, although the history of AIDS be at risk. Central to this claquistry is representation concerning Mt. Desert Island. A number of powerful players tried to forge what happened to their own ends. This meant doubly victimizing me who already had been used, first by mutilation then by construction of a person, or reputation, heaped in manufacture and falsehood, to which I was held account, although deaf and unaware of the rumors, acutely sensing what the perpetrators called, “forces impinging on the persona’s experience” and attending denigration. Despite all the lies I was treated without due process as guilty. My experiences and this strange script of accusation yields many clues into the source of the crime and the commission of a war game clocked to a war crime. Lennon’s murder as a function of AIDS is obviouisly evidence of a war crime, but it was pursued on the streets instead of the courtroom precisely because the lies in the text and fraudulent storylinie built by the authors of atrocity were politically adopted in a deception operation meant to look like discovery and resistance. Obviously there was no real discov ery and resistance if the guilty were never brought to justice. Instead there was a war game created as a deception operation. The bedlam I lived in as a victim of serial exploitation was created to give an atmosphere of subterfuge to a grand act of holocaust. To learn about AIDS is to learn about Pittsburgh under Reagan’s regime. Clearly Reagan was responsible for this outrage and his tactical nazism was an attempt to transfer blame onto me. In this warfare his lead ally in ruse and incomprehensible deceit was Brian Eno, representing Her Majesty’s Government in England as parters-in-crime to Herr Yoko Ono, whose estate interest was evoked. Reagan and Eno together had Bill Clinton which meant impudent acts of Secret Service violence meant to carry the day and issues of narrative despite being found out as based in tall tales. They wrote out the war in blood as a tabloid of reality as preparation for the silver screen. Never have so many owed so little to so few. Central to this crime in the world at large were the purposes of Midori Goto as heir apparent of the Yoko Ono – John Lennon mystique, her hottie violin playing world reknown assuring her position as Queen Sex of the Beatlemaniacs. Her goal was to incite race war while posing as a settlement and a spoil, deriding me. For me they planned a tragic outcome and Midori was charged by Eno to make sure and certain of it, a role in which my humanity never registered an execution that she pursued single-mindedly to do grave injury and humiliation. Quoting their partner Greg Karl, ‘the persona was subjected to successive degradations of the x-motive and then subsumed into a large structure dominated by its adversary.” I tried to get help. I asked around. Everyone was in the mood to make a mockery of me. What I found is unprecedented in the history of America. I often sit in silence, stunned, unable to believe how badly they have gotten away with hurting me
I spend the better part of my time looking for ways to avoid being more hated, but just because Lewis Lapham sneers something doesn’t make it true. The reason I didn’t understand the Burstyn letters is that they were sophisticated, worded evasively, and because I was a child, who was being horribly horribly mauled, tortured and mutilated. Seattle Washington hurt me really badly after telling me they wanted to help. I was too alone there, in their evil reputation for being cold socially, for too long and the medical malpractice was vicious, underhanded and deadening. I am the Walrus, the social uprising from Pittsburgh, was already horrific group victimization, the use of loving tenderness and rejection, followed by vilification, to sabotague recovery from child mutilation, it pushes beyond the parameters of recognizable crime, the atrocity is so severe and the power implicated so pronounced they’ve all denied it figuring their secret will die with me. Why did so many people implicate themselves rather than admit the signs of torture? A nerve agent was used on me – with all the cruelty and deadliness of the sarin attack in Syria and yet, abominably, the medical community were still not finished with their atrocious manuveuring and crime conceptualized as macabre beatles art sentiment. The intractable, cunning, lewd divorciture from shame of any sort knows no remedy. I can’t get the narrative anywhere near the courts and I don’t know why. Some of this comes from foreign power, that obscure, hypocritical, contradicting, opportunistic Ghaddafy Peter Gabriel. What does he care if someone put a nerve agent in an LSD they forced on a captive Fulton Schools child? Beating my head in sickeningly. He drinks it like blood in soothsay. It is all cantilevered thusly, an impasse of endless moments. I spend most of my time this way thinking and writing. Thank you ever so much. I’m fine. Which translates as peace please don’t rape me anymore, I beg of you!
One of the objectives of the Beatles has been to obstruct open recognition of who I have been fighting (this is a psychiatric function) largely because of their shame concerning their own alliances. It’s a complicated problem because violent bullies like Larry Flynt have invested in their deceptions as proof that they are heroes. The I am the Walrus script was an attempt to collar me by the true authors which appear to have included Yoko Ono, operating through Warhol in Pittsburgh, with the help of contacts at Juilliard. The letters are very mysterious. Japan’s criminal objective was to chemically castrate their prey and Ichiro’s franchise hired an unidentified registered nurse to mislead me about my blood pressure in order to force me (while under neurohypnosis) onto a chemical known to cause heart problems and erectile dysfunction. The deranged cruelty and zeal for humiliation did in fact originate with Yoko Ono, and her depravity again nurses questions about the true origins of the letters. It is precisely because the Beatles are the authors of a felonous and unspeakable cover up concerning proof of AIDS’ manmade origin that my mother’s admission to Sound Mental Health that I was in fact being written to a lot and for years by Peter Gabriel is important. The murderer managed to void the entire correspondence using neuro-torture and deadly threats. Obviously, the Beatles have cornered the market on prejudicing consumer support or peer advocacy, making them bitter in defense of atrocity. They have such groups as the Secret Service willing to indulge them in their corruption; the point being no matter how wrong they are the system is still under their thumb. I trust that everyone realizes the sad and degrading situation they have created is accomplice in atrocity. Finding the Beatles out for being the shocking liars they are is utterly demeaning.
The way that I was tortured and framed for rape without a victim using the presence of a neuroplasm causing seizures is at the heart of the hypnotic foundation in the groundwork of the AIDS Onslaught and the service that Peter Gabriel rendered to Gail Burstyn. It remains the purpose of those who did not warn or bring to justice the AIDS Combine a mass acceptance. That they are murderers at large is perfectly obvious. Rape therapy and the attending lies and hysteria underwrites Peter Gabriel’s cover up for Mt. Desert Island. This stems from a major bid for cultural influence. The history of his long war game has been filled with deceit, murder, rape of his own and terror bombings, not least of which was 911 which gave tremendous satisfy to those who released AIDS in the first place. There was no rape. They converted tears of rejection and terror of brutality into the claim that I was hiding something. Gabriel wanted a rape frame in vengeance for exposing Reagan’s hand while his New York minions forged a race alibi, base in pussyball politics. The truth was that I am a deaf poet trying to recover from lifelong trauma who Peter Gabriel had chemically castrated because he doesn’t want anyone to question the alibi structure he put together for the AIDS testing war game on Mt. Desert Island. The theater of guerrilla war in the case is utterly and remorselessly gangland, totally lawless. Their alibi is a huge crime syndicate covering atrocity. I am doing my level best to continue the hard work of accounting. Gabriel created a structure of blaming me for a rape about which the perpetrator at Harvard, Tom Gordon, had been exonerated, and evoked it through his Reagan allies in media when they attacked and brutally raped my best friend deaf Jeannie. This is typical of the sick mind of Robert Fripp. He invents a rape frame and then executes it as real to cover for his partnership in mass murder as is obvious from the evidence and which is clearly what the evidence shows. That I was innocent, had committed no offense was known to everyone, that I went to Gabriel and Fripp for help and was loyal was also well known, that Jeannie had been barbarically mistreated already meant nothing to them. They were lying to AIDS victims and blaming me for their suffering by evoking John Lennon to refract the issue away from their accomplice. This is how the AIDS Onslaught worked and was scripted, adopted and carried out by Reagan’s sinister foreign allies in the British rock exploitation scene. That AIDS was released and bragged about with impunity is completely obvious from the evidence as is the fact that I am the only person still trying to warn the public or get the truth into history. Peter Gabriel has locked himself in to an atrocious foundation as a liar that he will never escape even though his impunity was assured by wetpetting Ronald Reagan. Together, Gabriel and The Reagans have persisted with the rape justification for Mt. Desert Island and made sure the triumph of the AIDS Combine, but many people in evil old Pittsburgh understand the gross acts of misrepresentation their magic trick required. It’s not that I had ever been authentically implicated in a rape, but that Peter Gabriel perceived the terrible trauma and fear of wrongful accusation. He convinced his rich and sickening fans they could get away with it and punish me for a claim that I am to blame for Lennon’s murder. That the idea originated in the gloomy mind of Gail Burstyn did not bother her partner at all, nor that it was a cover operation to cloak the dagger of the AIDS virus. They made it up and together they destroyed a life. By contrast their rape of deaf Jeannie was real, their sacrificial homicide of Shannon Harps graven in stone, and not one guilty person was ever brought to justice in the AIDS Onslaught, while Peter Gabriel rioted to get evidence destroyed. At the end of our lives the accusation will stand. Zell spoke as reported.
I don’t want to call myself Yoko Ono’s enemy. The word is prey, unless you could mean enemy in the sense that Martin Luther King was the enemy of those who cut him down. He was to them, not by his own choosing. It’s hard to tell about what she did without playing into the myth she wants of the Japanese avenger, a Durrenmatt widow, playing a mind game to the hilt, admired in New York City and France for castrating the son of a World War Two Naval Veteran, without fair trial, over something he didn’t do, which is to say, he didn’t save her husband from the guns of mysterious origin, so the fact that there was no victim to carry her rape accusation mattered little in the realm of shadow state metaphor. All of this crying shame was in fact endorsed by Lewis Lapham of Harpers Magazine, despite my grandfather Ward having been a copy editor at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. On the opening page of my father Ryland’s textbook, Humanizing the School, he writes, “the free man seeks his own interest – but if he does not seek it intelligently, he winds up unhappy; if he does not seek it ethically, he risks the loss of his own freedom.” In these words, one finds the veiled accusation of Lapham, that it does not matter where I come from, if I have violated the law, I lose my rights to the same degree. In helping Yoko Ono, what Lapham does not say is that I am innocent and that he is helping Greg Karl, one of those who authored the war crime. Greg Karl speaks of “subjecting the persona to successive degradations,” through “forces impinging on the persona’s experience.” How much force? How much subjection is recorded in a blinded eye, two deafened ears, a burned facial nerve, from childhood. Pick on a child all he wants to, it would be hard to find a community other than Pittsburgh where the intelligence that a Japanese pornography giant NEVA Corporation was hustling the gradeschool children around town violently would be greeted with cheers for castration of one of their victims. Yoko Ono is not exonerated as a source for those mysterious letters, which came down in Pittsburgh through Warhol and Juilliard. The fact that she accused an innocent person is supposed to pad her credibility as a victim. This crime, castration, effected by Seattle in her name, Ichiro’s syndicate in the medical establishment, about which he publicly bragged, is a major finishing act in a macabre war game meant to symbolically level the playing field by avenging World War Two. Japan was involved in JFK’s assassination, this is known from study of their film semiotics. They were involved in the AIDS Onslaught, we know this from the Two Virgins Pussyball war game that Midori Goto let Barack Obama’s faction win as part of this odious installation, this accomodating President who leers privately at the excuses for mass murder. Lee Harvey Oswald was at the Atsugi airbase. The occupation of Japan was pecuniary with respect to Geisha traffic. One finds in NEVA corporation’s cinema the decencies of howitzer :!:. Clinton, who pursued Midori Goto to Iowa one month ages ago when she pursued me, had over me the Loyalty Oath. Anathema though it is to compare myself to the big monster of rock music drugs, Lennon was like Snowden. I’m not the type to Sieg Heil. Naturally, Peter Gabriel was the wizard of media who made sure this all took place privately, and Seattle still thinks he is wonderful, despite the farce of his guerrilla warfare, the fraud of it. Since Paul McCartney evinces the appetite of Idi Amin, Gabriel evoked Africa, where truth matters little, and sided with Will Zell, a white nazi. Only McCartney could bring together a white nazi and Senegalese yammerer Youssou N’dour in the brutal rape of a deaf girl from Korea and call it a dream come true for AIDS victims avenged, which is how their collective mind, their Taliban, operates. What I got from this is that Ringo Starr, who brought in Larry Flynt against Marie Moore, in trying to live up to the claim that, “the Beatles were the biggest bastars of all” is capable of absolutely horror brutality against someone he classified a worm, a Governor’s School award winning deaf poet who crawled crying to them for help after being framed for armed robbery, and stalked by men who savagely mauled him in childhood. I walked right into the hands of their Caligula game.
I’m writing to you again about a criminal political artist named Peter Gabriel. I’ve been accused of creating a delusion, yet I have no history of dreaming up schemes; nor did Peter Gabriel deny what he called, “an Experience Park” on Mt. Desert Island. I haven’t the intelligence, nor the creativity, the intrigue, nor the inclination to dream up something that deranged. So why would anyone persist with the con job that I did? The perpetrators tried to create a precedent case in law for the HIV test to go forward as a mandate, but that’s not the worst part. It was premeditated. The evidence proves this beyond the shadow of a doubt. This operation predates appearance of the virus, meaning that AIDS could only have been part of a plan. Which brings me to Peter Gabriel. Gabriel is not an insightful man. He comes from a cast of jokers who write irrational lyrics for acid rock creations. He is helping to bring the lousiest people on earth into absolute power. I am a victim of a situation that proves AIDS manmade, and specifically identifies some of the people involved. Colorful attempts are frequently being made to suggest that my testimony is tainted by my suffering from schizophrenia. It seems logical enough for appeal to many, far more logical than the idea that I of all people should have some special insight into what darkly is rumored to be a … moral … situation. If one could help but laugh it might be better, being the gravity of the allegation. Confusion occurs on the grossest points of fact. Did I dream up that Peter Gabriel hedged out an alibi for a rude coven that eclipses all prior crime? I did not. Gabriel pandered to those who started AIDS because they offered him a piece of the action, the most loathsome piece ~ authoring a cover up and dare I say executing its various manipulations? Deception, you see, does not stop at itself, instead it proceeds from its own point of departure. If Gabriel’s lies are to be accepted, why not take them and run with the ball? Bomb ships, slasher girls, bomb buildings as he has done making merry from his deceit? Gabriel’s little claque of AIDS victims, in their collective mind Taliban, an arts council we are told, feel better having inflicted further suffering and ruin on innocent people while the guilty ride high. Aside from having been tortured in police tactics I take offense at the evidence, posted in http://texasschoolbook.weebly.com being attributed to my mental state. I did not write the letters of Will Zell Broome, nor those of Gail Burstyn. I did not seek to destroy them in the manner of Peter Gabriel. I did not arrange the circumstances that brought Zell and Burstyn together in infamy, nor author the script whose suppression has further implicated society’s leadership. All of this was done quite without me. I played a role of dupe and hostage seeking material evidence and a power to void illicit conscription. I won’t have it said I did not faithfully report the matter in earnest.
The Reagans wrote a script about liberalism. In the script, little Jimmy Creary cudda saved John Lennon but was obsessing over Leslie Katz’ virginity and that is why Reagan hadda used Creary for an AIDS testing guinea pig on Mt. Desert Island. All, it is said, went according to plan, and who is there to tamper with a plan that esoteric? Like many scripts this script originated in Hollywood, in fact, a long time ago. It was called Story of the Bird and it’s mission, a Two Virgins pussyball game over Midori Goto, who started a race fight by setting me up through the Green Party with a one night stand that Spike Ole Lee and Mr. President dubbed a “Louie”, is encrypted in Japanese semiotic literature from a time tracing back to a black and white era of media. Since the objective was a major mass killing, the AIDS Onslaught, Hitler and his Reagan loyalists went about it with the patience of a rock tumbler. Central to this crime and the evidence was the re-routing of Kennedy’s motorcade. Such re-routing takes place in The Killers, made by Reagan and Lee Marvin as they set up Kennedy, and Cruel Gun Story, a Japanese film made by friends of Marvin. The re-routing in fact was adopted as a symbol by a Japanese film company. It is not the only such symbol. V + R Planning is a porn company, standing for victory and revenge. NEVA was the name of the porn company who kidnapped and brutally tortured me as a child, a fact that titillated Reagan and his Secret Service to no end.
This is a case of the torture and purposeful castration of a deaf poet in Pittsburgh by a very violent and deranged rock star in New York City and the public attitudes that allowed it to happen. It is proper that pornography addiction should create a cultural barrier to trust regarding the innocence of the accused in a case where sex should happen to be raised as an indiscretion, because the fascists took aim at the values of our country but to hold an innocent person guilty solely on account of pornography is devious hypocrisy. The outcome was intended by those who catastrophically molested me as a little boy. Giving Yoko Ono a research grant to spring a war toy on me in the form of a desirable fiance who attacked me in a pre-existing neurological condition, a re-enactment of what Leslie Katz had also done, served as a military justification for Mt. Desert Island when, in reality, it should have exposed the deadly hand of advanced psychiatry in manipulation of an earmarked prey. Yoko Ono went along with the AIDS Onslaught so she could exercise her weird and catastrophic sadism. Ono practices the extreme and far out reaches of inhuman mistreatment, fully aware from the start that she was hideously experimenting on an innocent person’s mind. This crime organized by King Crimson can never be forgiven. They have done far more than shattered an intelligent man’s life beyond all horror, they have authored the eviction of evidence that stood to complement investigation into the origin of AIDS. Their sole trophy is to join the AIDS Combine in the crow that Reagan didn’t know. The evidence questions this deeply. At best, Reagan can claim to have knowingly exonerated mass murderers who shot at him because to do otherwise would have aligned him with the family of liberals whose little boy has been horrifically serially molested by a resident alien and a guild of child mutilators. The argument for Reagan’s terminal condition as a barbaric, morally invalid President works either way. The tragedy of our times, from this tragedy of the past, is that Barack Obama’s legitimacy collapses under the odious mismanagement of his cover operation, and licensing, through Geffen Corporation, of Yoko Ono’s spinster insanities, a dirty that has executed innocent people in the name of The Green Party for thrill kill in satisfy of Yoko Ono’s AIDS Taliban, invincible because infected.