Even though, as of May 2012, there were no arrests in the crazy, surreal war crime of AIDS, Robert Fripp still gets away with calling the rape of my best friend, deaf Jeannie to all, an act of justice in the matter. Obviously this is because it causes me terrible pain. The result has been widespread admiration for King Crimson as workers of a miracle and authors of deranged military art.
This renders what I have to say turgid.
Ayn Rand admirers at Carnegie Mellon, a cultlike college of grave secrets, are enthralled by Fripp for the massive crimes of cruelty he inflicted on an innocent person. Just the thought of such sadism and unending brutalities in broad daylight being celebrated has won him so many admirers that most people reject that there is another side. In one in a million Pittsburghers there may be someone asking ~ how did this happen to Jimmy Crary? A disabled person put through a Papillon, a gruelling boot camp, and Prisoner of War style hostilities in homelessness and worse for years and years in answer to insane trafficked slanders maliciously circulated by known fruitcake troublemakers from Carnegie Mellon without any pretense of defense and I still don’t have the respect of truckers? What’s King Crimson’s problem? They certainly aren’t poets anymore. I used to like kissing when I felt clean. They went after the inside of my mouth, even. There’s still a young lady who secretly likes me, too. This is not good. So, if two fine names, Paul McCartney and James MacRyland Crary come to court, you know which one told you the truth and which one swindled you.
In history there has never been plausible denial like the fable of Leslie Sanetta Katz and her letter from Jimmy Crary. Amanda Harcourt was a foreign predator hired to depradate on the post-hippy syndrome set up in the wake of police brutality from the 70’s to make the confused target of the plague appear to be a natural hate object to whom it was appropriate to say good riddance. Ringo Starr’s name sits alongside Reagan as total war endorsement of Fripp’s many personal atrocities. The problem with the issue of Reagan saying he didn’t know is that it doesn’t mean anything at all. He adopted the crime and let the guilty get away. When Josef Stalin said that one man’s death was a tragedy but a million deaths a statistic he wasn’t even talking about the great leaders of a society, just the common man and the way such issues affect the common man, but if a fuhrer, President or demogague’s name and honor is at stake, it becomes as collective as a Flag and the people, the masses don’t mean anything at all, and that is something that the authors of this terrible crime were counting on, that Reagan would only care about himself, which is why as an issue it doesn’t really mean anything at all. Saying he didn’t know just implicates him more deeply than ever.
In light of the evidence, I find the idea that Reagan didn’t know extremely offensive. I don’t want to say I trust American society, and I know that puts me at a disadvantage, only that I knew my duty and did it diligently. The public has the right to know. I certainly did not know something this outrageous was possible when I initially sounded the alarm. I did ask to be judged on my credibility. I investigated and sought the evidence, only then did I make responsible views known.
The crux of Reagan’s claim is based on the idea that the letters were stolen, after being found, and put to good use by a victim establishment seeking to set things right and pin the tale on the donkey, or Don Quixote as it were. It was said again and again that I have no credibility. Instead, Mike McGough and John Shulman of Pittsburgh with their sordid and tawdry story about Leslie Katz, endorsing the thugs who tortured me as a child for good measure, were said to have credibility by insane foreign hoodwink artists on the make for a kill, led by Ian MacDonald of King Crimson. Who were these men in Pittsburgh, working with the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette and Pitt Establishment who commanded superior credibility?
One of them was Adam Eisenstat, a prolific, talented, Jewish writer who would episodically, for example, disguise his voice and go on KDKA radio talk shows pretending to be Abdul the Terrorist, and while getting listeners furious at Arabs he would say to the host, “No one is innocent. No one is innocent,” leading the host to shout, “We don’t talk that way in America Abdul!” When I reported this downtown they told me they wouldn’t listen to me because I was the one who put pictures of Nancy Reagan and Ghaddafy in Giant Eagle. What? When I found out who it really was doing that, it was Todd Kaufmann, hometown friend of Chris Kaufmann of the Society for Military Engineers, whose friend Thoraya Halhoul from Hypatia Feminist Philosophy Journal was introduced to me when we went. to see T. Simon Farasani of Venda, Africa after I wrote a Pitt News article calling for his release from prison. Here in this psychopathy, took place the incident at Kelly School. The dem van joke.
Rusted Root assured King Crimson, that I was the source of the problem.
Nobody tortured me, they screamed.
Lisa Ann Miles was hired by the Fripps and Warhol Museum to attack me in the neuroplasm Pittsburgh had inflicted when I was tortured in insanely cruel acts of child mutilation and kidnapping in order to make the insanely deranged claim that the neuroplasm was my personality itself. This was doctrine there for years and will be forever. It was the justification for every last act they horrifically commissioned in fraud and atrocity.
Todd Kaufmann and Amanda Harcourt made what they were doing, right up to the slasher murder of Shannon Harps in Seattle, look so incredibly stupid and brazen that it has all been shrugged off as a joke, the Two Towers bombing and all, like Kaufmann’s CMU Radio program titled: Experimental Disease Transmission. The police laughed. It was in cold blood, all of it.
The reason Great Britain, who most of us know as little, little England, gamble everything on the tawdry claim that Reagan didn’t know is because it is meaningless. Clinton thinks this is so funny because they are completely protected by Reagan’s little trick, but the evidence that it was his Hollywood machine cannot be refuted. Mancine was a spymaster spin on both Manson and Henri Mancini. That name, Mancine, figures big in the way I was gassed in a place called Kings Estate, as well as the murderous leering of the King Family and King County that came later. They had Linda Herrington for pedophile blackmail, who used to talk about “nookie” as though the Pitman and Quarrymen didn’t know that the nukes that English claimed America was being threatened with weren’t a ruse by Sotheby’s to drive up the value of their game and keep it all secret for publication rights and pussyball blackmail.
Duquense University has been behind the brutal sadism towards me from the day I lost my first job, when a student and friend of the wife of the owner of the store came in, shopped, gave me something he paid for to hold, asked for it and she accused me of helping him steal it, as he stood there with the receipt, which she refused to look at, snickering. They called me a sex addict because that’s what Franklin Graham and his flock of followers say. In Pittsburgh they just call it getting laid a lot. Lisa Miles was a nightmarishly vicious person going after the neuroplasm to say it was my personality to thrill the Christian squeaky frommes peaking and giggling who poisoned little Jimmy the Satan with LSD in screaming, crying child hostage, the very people that wise, adept, decent rockers could have and should have doubted, suspected and protected both me and deaf Jeannie from all along.
The stupid claim that it was art and that I am a vehicle for a problem solver comes from a killer Queen named Sean Strub promoting Victor Frankl. What Seattle Gays did was in sadism, so obviously, no, I don’t owe them anything.
Horrible mistreatment of this cold-blooded variety has been done to me for an eternity.
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