The last autograph of Ichiro I secured before the siege of covid is a signed picture of his foot.  This arrived in my stuff with the book This Is Not a Drill, a sticker reading Out Now and a letter from Soairse’s parents.  When I first arrived his rookie year the Uwajimaya bookstore had a new magazine in English reading, “Would We Have Been Better Off If Hitler Won,” which was an Ecology message, Yukio Mishima’s “My Friend Hitler,” and “Grapefruit,” by Yoko Ono for which we now know she had in mind the sound Kennedy’s head made.  I lived through the Nazification of the United States up close in Tacoma.  The theme here among Yoko Ono’s Queer community is history is written by those whose version makes the most money.

       Notorious Kasper, who Insurrection models in Pittsburgh credited with a win over Midori Goto’s rejection and castration of Jimmy Creary, no wood to the East for you, had the macho chic that leave Seattle gays panting with crave.  Therefore he was the designated hero of Texas Queer.  Hitler had choice words for types like me, he called us “knights of the inkwell.”

        Buckminster Fuller and Frank Herbert had the warped fascination of Jay Inslee, Robert Fripp and the FBI all charted with the help of Pittsburgh’s unions.  Fuller called it legally pigilly, Herbert called it, “the furious quibble over a comma,” Bush’s line in the sand, the penny of a ripper hatter memorializing Shannon Harps on his harp of Burma.  It’s amazing how far out libertarians go in their memorizing fury at the rights of others.

        Fact is, half the time history is written by those who know what’s going on. The message of Warhol however has been as forceful and honest as they have always claimed, “Plastic Reality,” or as they love to sneer, “lying through the teeth,” and “preference theory,” what media consumers would “rather” believe.

        The argument from the makers of the Climate Weapon is a food fight.  Kasperowski put his name on that very claim; the Warhol thieves at Shulman’s Post Gazette printed it with the glee of knowing I would be traumatized by seeing Ark/Artek and Salk Labor get away with their holocaust simulation advertisements for the AIDS attack in Pittsburghwitz.

        In the TV series “Hunting Hitler,” it was shown that far from beaten and suicidal, in the last images taken from Berlin, greeting and pinching the cheeks of little Epstein warriors, the fuhrer was never happier and they found his escape route provided by J. Edgar Hoover, partial to the Martial Plan.