The Living Death of Midori "Go/to." : Pittsburgh Indymedia

The Living Death of Midori "Go/to."
by Agatha Crouse (Mac Crary) Tuesday, Nov. 13, 2012 at 9:53 PM
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THE SALVATION ARMY and THE YOUNG MEN'S CHRISTIAN ALLIANCE are both guilty of satanism. Their caustic attempt to help Franklin Graham stage the Second Coming as a diabolical treatise of PissChrist is hereby noted and written in a book. (Includes sixteen photograph visual gallery). Join The ELITE ~ of rock stars, Secret Service officials, FBI and other forms of fear desperado reading CRARY!

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The foerign English leer that they saw it coming, so vividly that they had the screed, soundtrack and visuals all mapped out for processing the arrangement, selling the psychiatric farce, yet they failed to warn anybody, didn't bother to work properly with police scientists and in the end sought only to installation the guilty responsible.

My father Ryland's merits, advancing Black jobs in Pittsburgh labor, opening doors to education, engaging the public trust for sincere students and administrators was arguably more valuable than moneyfied foerign insanity. When I reached out to Midori Goto, in love, informed in my heart about the Auschwitz community that reared me, then loyal to John Lennon and King Crimson, based on misinformation, I wanted a romance with a woman who could sooth the wounded and open the door to my lifelong hope to write the novel The Heaven and Hell Odysseies. As a disabled man, and poet, it seemed a reasonable marriage. Politically, I felt then and feel now that none of the muck that Paul McCartney the Lowest of the Low, Pitman of Pitmen, peerless catastrophic faceliar were relevant in the least, none of it, in light of the Zell postcard and what that turned up about what sort of evil had invaded our institutions with the murder of Ryland, low and behold on behalf of HitlerCrimson.

Helping the people who murdered Ryland was better than trying to stop them? It's a mighty evil human being who would think SO. Midori Goto has gambled on a morally destroyed military operation. Can one love Josef Stalin? In addition to complete vindication due to my research on Mt. Desert Island, my motives in proposing to her were good ones.

When I was fifteen or thereabouts, having been convinced by my sister that Dark Shadows, then on WPGH Channel 53 was a "soap opera about vampires" I went to see one of the movies about Barnabas Collins and was surprised when he turned out to be a lot stronger and a lot more vicious and harder to kill than I expected from the slow moving soap opera. Goto incarnated through Warhol by making a spectacle of terrible, terrible child trauma on behalf of an assassin guild as though it were all part of a yellow jester's Collinwood. Were the Reagans really too cowardly to stand up to Gary Pitman and so churlish they had to mutilate Jimmy Crary...again?

Now that motherfucker Aaron Dixon is trying to kill me and if I stay in my home in Section 8 he will. This is all part of a war game that was clocked by the British in advance to the AIDS Onslaught. The fact that Paul McCartney can get away with this, is untouchable, makes obvious why little Jimmy Crary could not possibly have conceptualized his name being invented by persons disappearing John Lennon in a poof. One of the patterns in the Hollywood scammers that Bonnie Parker Nancy Reagan has advancing is that more they are found out for what they've done, the more vicious their movements to kill and accuse are. It is a deadly, deadly dance. The people who are pulling this have always been determined not to let me live.

Richard Starkey withheld information so they could set me up.

Obama is just sort of a rancid stupid when it comes to the military mindset that was given him by Pitt and Reagan, supporters of Iran-Contra. His comeback is always the same evil drone against American civilians, "Well-luh, if'n n'yer gonna talk that way, n'you'd better be willing to die for it." They went crazy about me for no reason at all, but Obama is safe in the knowledge that murder silences. The minute I knew something was wrong I did everything possible to notify responsible authorities, even risking a confidentiality between HARPERS, Wesley Posvar and Peter Gabriel, while notifying the public that something was wrong. Failure to warn and confederacy with the guilty for arts sake is obvious a very serious crime, particularly in light of such frightened and noteworthy gestures. Something is wrong when power mad English feared being upstaged by a Pittsburgh Public School student. Unknown to me I was disrupting their plans, but they've got that straightened out again, don't they?

All of this raises the worst sort of questions about the nature of the people, their civics, their calibre and their patriotism in New York City. It wasn't something I meant to mention, and it won't help me, but the spasm from the stomach poison struck again and impinged on the persona's experience. Grampa Mac was in his nineties, dad was in his seventies, I'm in my early 50's, thus do half-lives get procured to the alien rabbi and his Julliard kyogen. What's interesting in what Elly Tran Ha and her faction did to my stomach, with a likely potential for stomach cancer in the future, is that like most of the oppoworld actions by the AIDS Combine she professed to be protecting Asian women from human traffickers yet on behalf of the Jeannie rapists and NEVA Corporation who tortured little Jimmy. Adjoined to Ringo Starkey's obvious obsession with Midori's virginity, and the lusciviousness of The Rolling Stones, one can only scoff at Elly Tran Ha's sincerity. I do in fact believe in enlisting Adult Cinema in the war on trafficking and confer privately with other citizens on the lack of adult verification, then comes Tran Ha, with stomach poison, enforcing the right of brutal pedophiles to launch Hitlerian attacks blindside on a child, neurotraumatize one, drunk him screaming in vomit and then malifically hold him accountable for their actions.

Lewis H. Lapham is Modern America's Count Dracula of Rumania, the real article.

In childhood, British Labor and Ringo Starr were content to humiliate me with the jailbait hired by Reagan in the name of Gail Burstyn; in college, he was more inclined to finance abortion to humiliate, now he ennobles, coming onto to me with the vespers of a hospice wifey. Unfortunately for his profiler method, I am not the one using American power to degrade the young and needy. There is no need to concern yourself.

The British are anti-charismatic, churlish, hostile human beings, still furious at being asked to sign papers when reneging on Lend-Lease. Allies of Hitler in his revenge, David Bowie tried to push his way into the Lord of the Rings, which was already fatally poisoned by the image of Zell overcast in Sam Gamgee to underwrite HitlerCrimson's pact of wolves to the Jews of Benghazi. Had Aaron Dixon been alive where Tolkien wrote, his longknives would have cheated us of Lord of the Rings, fuming that they had made the world richer and more equitable thereby. I'm also grieved that the world's most loathsome orc demanded and failed to receive the matrix role of Elrond. Were we not ... all ... Elron'd?

The FBI are the laughingstocks of the entire civilized world for letting this happen. Don't explain.

Jimmy Crary's a dead man, sooner than later. That's what you get when you mess with Fripp, but even Dixon must admire, just a twee, the way I managed to intimidate that vicious piece of foerign rabid neverstep. I know that Anna Poltitkovskaya got the point about Leslie Sanetta a lot better than Vaclav Havel did.

Steve Langer of Princeton, Justin Chang, Ming Na Wen and David Cohen were good with manipulating the reputation of American zombies, the type to get big league jobs in American baseball and think Peter Gabriel a vessel of revealed truth; they thought ahead against queerbait. These men of broad shoulders were going to have no none of this truth heard against them on the pillow of Midori Goto's violin-greased ear. I apologize for inviting you to stone me. I grew up listening to many English brands of poison minded facelies and my sarcasm is infected.

Midori Goto and her music are nothing but the ashes of a moth who followed the char-broiled HitlerCrimson into the dustbin of irrelevance squashed by their own madness and deceit. The evil hour of stigmata boom was no time to play King of the Hill, Lord of the Fools or the Walrus.

In Nancy Reagan the United States has a bona fide Mrs. Mao. Pener Gabriel foresaw the fall of the West and decided he would like as to preside over it. In their partnership of no compunction towards a victim of child mutilation they resorted to X-rated psychological warfare. Beginning, I might add, in childhood. Hitler, we are to understand, was an African American gentleman, come to restore order for a price. If Obama and Reagan had been anything other than the butchers I took them for they might have given some thought to how an American Naval Hero's number one son had been mutilated as a child instead of trying to make it sound fair. Christopher Hitchens had the world's wonder of a wormtongue and he envisioned a play where Reagan's bigotry played itself out on Jimmy Creary's scaredy-catness. It behooved them to anti-christian me a dullard and when I reached out to the church for help boy did the riff raff ever flock into action. The role was ordained.

Seattle has a ploy in boast among their chequered quarters. It's a little more devious than those who are not with us are against us. It's a more complicated spiderweb than winner take all. Masquerading as a lose-lose situation for everybody in which their pride of place is taken by who is fit to pay the butcher bill at the ogre of pharmaceuticals, it is the tiresome story of Peter Gabriel masking complicity in a hardline war game survival of the fittest. His sick mind has invented a concept of great chain of being, push me pull you, where any breath I take has a butterfly effect on the masses. This zero credibility oppoworld is the hall of Youssou N'dour's grim charade.

Peter Gabriel and his "Arts Council" or Taliban reminds one of nothing so much as Ayn Rand working issues before the House Un-American Affairs Committee (HUAC). Rand was pretty screechy in prose about dissembling and compromise but when it came to Tricky Dick Nixon she was clever with her mincer of wording. Compromise with halfwits she screamed was invincible realism, before being chided publicly by Buckley and bursting into tears. The being-mentations of the ever-regenerating beast of prey accounts for the all and everything of Pener Gabriel's correctives. No matter how serious their foerign allegations, the fact remains, I trusted them.

Clearly, having grown up in Pittsburgh, not in Bremerton or Bainbridge, I wasn't in a position to note the double meaning to the Navy of Gail Burstyn's comment: 74 is the best number. Take it from me if you don't already know, there is one. All thought out and planned to be represented as an attack on the people who count, Reagan staged an attempt on himself out of fear the truth would get him fired.

Fripp smelled easy money at my expense.

James W. Child, Elly Tran Ha's gellitinous godfather deceased had a curator's epicureanism for things of the left and a special delight for pregnant phrases. He credited Abby Hoffman for the demise of HUAC. When asked if he had ever been a member of the Communist Party, Child laughed and said he shot back, "Yeah! Fuck you, so what?" and life in the Red Scare was never the same.

Reagan gave the pinko Creary all he needed to make a case, but as you can see none would ever dare.

It took me a long time to realize the irrefutable in this set up and considered working a while before typing it up for others. You knew as I do that they boxed me in to a tragedy of smears and libels while they dared to hiss about principles and paradigms. They threw me in the sewer screaming sneering that I should be begging for my life. They sent in a mad doctor from Nation of Islam on behalf of Nancy Reagan to take some symbolic lives while Obama cleverly maintains that in the new AFL-CIO of Hitler anyone who comes in has to be answered with someone expelled. A life over a penny was the subtraction involved in his thoroughly unprincipled bailout and just the tiresome lies of it all are voodoo Imperial cold, but Welsing was a doctor of appearances mostly, acting on behalf of Reagan. British Labor started shooting both sides in Last Man Standing to make sure they understand all sides that Hollywood is the Final Call. Her madcap ministrations tried to literally brainwash me to racism, on the deepest level, using neurotrauma and reaction formation to torture, so she could carp that she was the offended party. The ideological case was obviously meant to subvert the evidence, delay intervention, fail to warn, call it "in jest" and then portfolio the authors with jurisdiction. AIDS WAS A COMMUNIST WEAPON AIMED AT THE COMMUNIST. Presto! Reagan didn't know.

Ideology has always been very useful to Tony Levin's attempts to destroy the evidence. It has never harmed their case nor their credibility to aid and abet the men who brain-damaged me. Amnesty International was a shrewd machine for scandal in the hands of a muckraker. As Obama's partner Gabriel's cutthroat Unionism, in the hand of a cutthroat bailout, speaks to the incomprehension and inability to address, on the part of the ultraclass, individual human life and its value, intrinsic to his or her self. Ideology isn't new. Tony Levin isn't new.

Nor is an FBI that never suffers from cruelty and shame inflicted on the weak and helpless. How manly a man he would be who shout down Lewis Lapham with fury and hatred!

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