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I’ve known a lot of perverse ingrates so Penis Dixon is nothing new, but when you see them rotating in the flush of their slough, often enough with pricety psychiatrists at their beck and call, it’s never surprising to have them work their evil by calling you what they are in reality, like Dr. Frances Cress Welsing working with Zell, by excellent, immortal example, or Dino Rossi.

Wm. Pepper swears that his bug-eyed obsession with my cock isn’t evidence that he hired Don Ostro to molest me as a child. He insists he obsession is clinical and not the senility of an aging pedophile lost in the funhouse of his vicious, Jimmy-raping past, but can the same be said for smut-addled Penis Rossi? Penis Rossi has a huge collection of pedophile pictures that he inthists is State Police Research Division 404 and nothing more. He lobs them at me for pop ups whenever Wm. Pepper isn’t around. He calls it acid testhting. They are the es and the et that wizard Erlen of Falk Medical History of witchcraft would talk about with magic fingertips when daddy showed up with no appetite on the heels of Jewtown’s rejection of a nutrition center.

Brother Adam is a kike, by the way, so since the kikes got there’s he’s soft on Dixon. Mason Dixon is not only the Seattle Southerner doing Diamonda Galas routines like Oliver North mining harbors to prove himself civilly disobedience itself, but let no man come between the arrangement that David Douglas and Kate McPHerron made for David Duke’s new Obamaesque protegee in Louisiana, someone Alpana and Bobby Jindhal, with a little jingle, getting some equality, raping deaf Jeannie, in this here far away island of Greater India.

Seattle heavies are doing what Penis Gabriel does best. Penis Gabriel paints his eyes all sallow. He, like Dino Rossi, has the same sordid axe-murdering tinkerbell inside of him that every queer in Capitol Hill has, so they are as one, and their new loper, paid for and sponsored by the sort of fat girl Lennon freaks with their hips spilling out of their leotard who play Misty for Lennon on 444 cockpit Dylan and Eric aimed at the Worth Trade Center from State to State. They drive by me with Gail Burstyn eyes, like Ragan in the Exorcist, while Yoko Ono loads lookalike Japan sexpots who get a Burstyn look in their eye at the peak of attraction.

This is why there has to be documentation.

It’s a frighteningly disturbed country that calls Japanese War Bait like Midori Goto a U.N. Peace Ambassador. Penis Fripp heard little Jimmy say, “I had to come” and his obsessive tape loop mind played that sleeplessly the rest of the tour, until he was finally sure that gently removing my weeness from a highness when ever so slightly asked nicely was lape! Twas! Tis only explanatio.

SHANNON HARPS MUST PAY! Flipp larfing all ze way to ze bank.

Shy fat ugly hedgehogs for Lennon foot the bill for any act of insanity the sicko Dino Rossi-Burstyn mind of Penis McCartney dreams up. Hillary Swimmer jealously jumping from the chilly sea choruses with angles to FORGEEV Burstyn she is AS ONE WITH MIDORI GOTO. Aung San Suu Kyi says Hehn, just hehn.

Yoko Ono sneers everybody knows that if you run that means you hide something. Like that deteriorating European running from old Freedie Dixon in Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

HAIR (Kolorz)

Clinton plays cribbage with Jeff up at the whitehouse because he’z afear’d I’m going to give him a fat lip over the murder of my pap and his rape of my loved one. Jeff Thompson (JT) once gave me beautiful drawings of the inside of the steel mills processes to wow my gradeschool class. Just as sure as you pour red lava in a mold to get an ingot, you tell on the shadowy predators of Seattle and some mother gonna spit in your salad if you’re lucky. 3500 for prisoners in Distinguished Race Town shows up on my computer every change she gets, but you don’t see Tricky Dixon’s name in the 2012 Directory of Elected Officials.

Tricky Dioxin is my mother Nancy’s fave rave. There’s two Nancy Moores. One was married to Strom Thurmond and the other is married to a motherfucking Reagan Labor Roman Catholic who made SEX FILMS of me as a screaming hostage tortured and mutilated school child so Tricky Dixon Dioxin could blackmail me and poisoner. Mother is like the CIA/OSS’s AIDS and abortion Chairman Mao. Dixon is her nice boy.

Kids are half asleep in the first place. We’re supposed to be protected. Hillary Clinton is a screaming syphillitic in supporting Yoko Ono’s claim that my confusion was all a result of drugs and shouldn’t have existed otherwise. Their pimp Lennon a shithead was hardly better than Reagan when it came to drugging little children, only Reagan beat my brains in and didn’t leave me any choice. Since we’ve been told to distraction of sleaze that Yoko Ono IS Lennon incarnate, I gather we can say that about him, too. She’s completely right, Kasperowski IS Lennon, and the rape of deaf Jeannie is just one of his typical wormwriggle snivelling tricks. Midori Goto is just playing Icon so she can make a viprous and airheaded pseudocomment on behalf of the child raping pornographer safecrackers who pulled this jazz.

I went out walking today and it behoove me to share. People are always telling me from the shadows that it’s a mistake to attack Aaron Dixon as if he isn’t as sick and evil as I have always said he is. At least from the day I found out. I’m not immune from his poison. Seattle is far, far too corrupt and scary a place for me to consider it a safe home, that’s for sure. It gives those who pull a gun when they hear the words “noble obligation” a good name. These murderers are trying to use my name to make money illegally while claiming it is legal. He made sex movies of me? That motherfucker. So, I’m out walking and some acid headed industrialist sends a howling no count past me on the street, just wailing all pity party and that, she’s two feet past me and three expensive blacko-ideology watchmen shrug, like thought that whitey was sensitive to the aw, poors. Rapist pig didn’t get it through his head that when you start a war game of selfishness and capitalism the only way to win is by capitalism and selfishness. They lost me when they used Lennon to do this, and get this for raping pigness, they write my name into the script and then tell me that means I am not entitled to disagree with them anymore.

There’s language in this crud. They call the Catholic Rapists who poser as humbles Mourniers. Like FOugnies. They are not phoneys, they are fougnies. They are not mourners, they are mourniers. They are not buddies, they Baudelaies. Myuh! Sheen the cranky millionaire violates the draft laws to mutilation a deaf suck on the altar of virginity because the poiont was lost on little Jimmy until the HAIR Kolorz rubbed my face in some nice red Hebrew pie. When you hear that Socky Willy Clinton is stumping for Lynn Atkins and LEslie Katz, think HAIR Kolorz, because that is the Nego Jap Tang LIne.

Why don’t you go whistle Dixon about Midori Goto McOliver Mson?

A Texas Prisoner in Seattle

My father, Ryland Wesley Crary, deceased, served on the USS San Jacinto in WW2 at a Lieutenant. As you may know the San Jacinto or “Little Queen” flew under the Texas Flag. I am his son James MacRyland Crary living with terrible infirmities due to torture. A terrifying ordeal was illegally authored by the City of Seattle and Washington State Veterans Administration to torture me in an illegal war game despite my being already deafness impaired and disabled. Unless you, too, are criminal, you will recognize immediately that this is a violation of the law and a crime of a genuinely depraved and low order.

It is true that when I was disabled and brutally molested as a child, when these murderers dared to make sex movies of me in childhood that they are now attempting to use for blackmail, that terroristic letters were sent to me by Jewish girl professing to be my friend. These letters, due the dark and sickening content, have brought predators from Warner Brothers down on my house as a martial/marital law program of scurrilous supra-interest. This dramatic text about the murder of Lennon, which your incompetent code breakers failed to understand until I explained it to them, is presented in my grievance website along with the circumstances in which I found them.

In an attempt to prevent identity crime being commissioned by Seattle Art Museum and King County from destroying my father’s name I have created a public website about the men and women in Seattle who tortured me, attacked me in Pittsburgh, poisoned my stomach and heart, and their derived inspiration: “74 is the best number” (Gail Burstyn) from the Admiralty Code 74 at the Naval Museum and Federal Office Building 98174.

It is a purely evidentiary file highlighting a Green Party assassin who has stalked and immiserated me both here and in Pittsburgh.

http://texasschoolbook.weebly.com

My father, a U.S. Naval Officer, was beyond a shadow of a doubt, murdered by the criminals stalking me right now. I don’t reckon I’m obligated to find it as funny as they do, but then, I guess there’s no law against assassins making jokes.

Mac Crary
315 Maynard Ave. S. 103
Seattle, WA
98104

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There’s quite a lot to do in Chinatown Gazetteer. Hope you find my investigation insightful.

Roll Over, Roberto

The Two-Pronged Approach

As you can see from this clip and the way that Reagan cinema in Japan named my next of kin http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqzYv5zAFq4 this crime goes way back. First Gail Burstyn and Will Zell appointed me without my consent to represent the target group; then Yoko Ono through a switch and signal and appointed me without my consent to represent the assassin group.

The Gay Community, even though our family was targetted to get them, sided with their own assassins under the guidance of Paul McCartney and Robert Fripp. Instead of demanding, if you know something about this from everyone I want you to bring them to justice, they were teached to say, we just want you to appreciate what we’re going through, that’s all, and you aren’t allowed to have better than me, to attack other victims and invade them.

Pitman and the old Quarrymen who became Ringo Starr and the Beatles were not far apart. When he gassed me, in tears and a shattered, comatonic, obedient state from beatings and trauma, he said, “You have to” because my liver and lungs had begun bleeding yet. He considered that unfair to Boomer’s older brother.

This is the mentality that Roger Waters and Pink Floyd brought to the world crisis.

Pink Floyd was developed so that the British could communicate down here is all this civilization, diplomacy and aspiration, and way up high here in the clouds is The British Fascist Party and realy. Ringo Starr is a very trash person, but his cosmotosis illustrates the super-violence of ego inflation in the Western world.

Ringo couldn’t care less if Reagan did it, that’s a personality cult and personality cults must not be questioned. It’s bad for business.

So they brutally tortured me and claimed I’d done things I knew nothing about. To incite terror attacks.

This is known in the military as a two-pronged approach. Yes, they started AIDS, they leered, but that there pussyball is the reason. Paul McCartney hissed, “people are weird.”