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The Church of Hitler
by Mac Crary
Wednesday, Nov. 21, 2012 at 10:44 AM
agatha.crouse@yahoo.com no phone deaf homeless in pittsburgh
The sad story of Romeo and Hitler.
The use of media exclusively for psychological warfare is the present condition of the USA and possession of key positions at Kinko's copies is a conscriptive division of right wing Queer complicity in the AIDS Onslaught. Corporate training has them prepared to prevent copy and minimize distribution. So-called Freedom of Speech does not include the right to warn people of a British extermination program well underway.
The degree of protracted sadism practiced by Ringo Starr must scare people who realize the degree to which the newspaper establishement has made an exception and the potential of his homegrown lies to backfire particularly after I am dead. Spread didn't stop with the stigmata boom but the message sunk in that we weren't going to try.
The British war criminals game was to make an easy money landstake swooping down on my every letter restricting it and recasting it for a Texas Schoolbook planned for distribution at Kitty Kelly Elementary School for Nancy Reagan's domain claiming her husband was framed, when he wasn't, and that I was never victimized, when I have been horrendously.
These sales persons, from above, the Obama Claque, are going to live a long time. I'm going to be dead. Sacrificialized in an abridged lifelong ordeal of hideous tormentors. Help never came.
It is this laboratory who withheld the news and failed to warn us that they call an Arts Council in London, although Taliban is a much better word. British Labor's thuggee system has networked through their missionaires in the rock industry a Death Row bandit named Aaron Dixon from the Black Panther Party which mysteriously turned Green with AIDS. They are now doing the bidding of Hillary Clinton.
A marked man like me always dies with his most important essay tucked in the booger pocket of his jeans hoping the pigs won't find it before his nephew does. All the same I'm past the stage of reading too diligently my own notes. The fact that Hillary Clinton whitewashed Reagan's role in Kennedy's murder and malicious gave us President Shoeshine is loud and clear and that's enough.
How many Japanese/Israeli humiliations does it take to screw a lightbulb into the heads of Pittsburgh Public Education? Everything Clinton accomploished in his whitewash was done under the voodoo of an illegal tape containing a superline they misconstrued while broadcasting far and wide and repeatedly for a vicious play operation of Romeo and Hitler created by a military psychiatrist named Wattenmaker by impacted into the brainwashed soul of little Jimmy the suggestion, "porking with a carrot," for extrusion by Brian Milnes' natural language laboratory at Carnegie Mellon when the time was ripe to start a feeding frenzy by psychological prediction. Imitation of the an English: to set the puppets dancing.
In the Midwest where I come from by lineage if not by birth a language barrier exists like a gateway between the breadbasket and the pit. Nixon and Lennon were on the far side and had in common the expletive deleted, which means the unsayable, which in turn means everything after hymen, the word of the Marion doctor. They spoke the language of Leech Row from on high, yet straightforth that they were the guardians of chivalry whether raining LSD on runaways or magic napalm on children of the valley lost in their dreams of Jack and the Beanstalk.
Speaking the tongue of danger and regaled as men of quality, Nixon and Lennon enjoyed the brotherhood of Ronald Wilson. Ronald Wilson, the author of AIDS, had mastered the language of sorcery: A world organized by magnificent puns. His dream was teo comically convert America to the rightness of Hitler that they might properly applaud the assassination of Kennedy and Hillary's pussyball wargame. His students were the Queers who he charmed and then pointed forth, behold, "A Liberal!" and they sneered.
It is hard to see they think they were sneering at when sneering at me. The lurid slurmeister of Britain leers that the letters in my possession were easy, a crossword puzzle. As it turns out they were post-Doctorate military psychiatry and the crying shame of blaming a brutally tortured, weeping, traumatized child will forever condemn the British and their Obama installation.
I was reminded of what kind of city this is this morning walking down East Carson Street trying to reach Homestead. As the the darkness of morning still held the sidewalk disappeared and high speed trucks came screaming by as I was losing my footing and woozy. What a newspaper headline it would have made in Seattle I thought as my tipsyness and slipping coincided with an eighty mile an hour vehicle missing me by a foot. It was in such a scene, my boot broken, my mind sedated by a poor man's ether that I jumped out a car into which I had been brutally kidnapped, the memory of which was so terrible that I lay screaming on the streets of Iowa, maniacally frame for an imaginary rape by the Outhouse Senator, face pressed to cement, recalling for the first time something so harrible that I never even knew it happened, literally, lost in neurochemical amnesia from a time when I was an inarticulate schoolboy, set upon by a mob.
Nevertheless Reagan's queers grown that the tape of moment need not be made human record nor their toast. Leaving his mirth and his side reportedly with a chocolate cake and many invitations they smiled with awe, saying, "You will be blessed. After all, his AIDS crime broke the race barrier in the Executive, just like starting over with a chocolate cake.
Hitler needed a British carrion bird like Peter Sinfield to fulfill the netherland reaches of his sickening macabre world. By using a tactic of hotwiring into an already brutalized and hotwired damaged child's mind Aaron Dixon took a hostage to siphon history for his plastic reality bid on Hollywood spoils. Dixon is a high priest in the Church of Hitler but like most such high priests this Black Panther sniggering dacoit has his eyes on the prize of your back.
The poison crime in my stomach causing onset of horrendous potential for suffering and probable stomach cancer outcome did not just not have to happen. Every single thing they did, every crime was wrongful, illegal, deranged, and it has gone on for decades trying to legalize their slanders and I have to forget (just to survive) all that suffering they inflicted, day after day, because of this deranged recording and Blast Furnace Radio broadcast during evil hour ripe for misconstrue.
The military brainwashed a neurotraumatic plasm for their recreational spite in clocked timing and because of this killer Aaron Dixon I am going to die in agony without ever having lived. This is not an American story anymore. This is some kind of hell.
There is a strange farm in West Virginia where the AIDS militia crossed their wires with my college years. There, Gurdjieff soldiers picked up on his idea of dying as a part of a religious fixation he pseudo-solemnly called, "The Way" and they concluded it is more blessed to do murder, even mass murder, rightly and instructively than to live and let live.
King Crimson and their Hitlerian war game, built on lie after cowardly lie, were Ronald Reagan's trump in martial law, Operation: Old Testament, The AIDS Onslaught.
To my eternal amazement, nobody else spoke out.
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