Pretend this took place in a parallel universe to allow yourself adjustment to the feeling that your soul cannot accept reality.  This is the meaning of “Double Fantasy”.   It is a National Security doctrine.  Thus sanitized and protected, no dream can ruffle your safe spiritual passage through Hollywood’s immortal coil.

         If you look at the evidence, you will find that the terrorism committed by the British was always very, very disturbing.   Fulton Elementary School, in the boondocks of East Liberty District in Pittsburgh, sometimes called Eastminster, never reported me missing after I pleaded with bleeding fingernails in tears at the office about men trying to kill me, and then disappeared for months.   After we moved to get away from brutal felons kidnapping and molesting me in stolen cars, my mother forced to sell our home in tears beyond tears, the murderers downtown pulled police strings to have me arrested on armed robbery charges shortly after I returned a few years later from the Pennsylvania Governor’s School for the Arts on a poetry scholarship in a case where the cashier who was robbed immediately protested that it wasn’t me, but not before they kept me up all night trying to get me to confess that a mug shot, one she hadn’t really chosen, of Ronnie Zsinski, who tormented me as a child, looked just like me, but these existentialist nightmares from absurd, guerilla theater, had no effect on Allegheny County’s remorse.  His name was a clear indicator of the War College Index.   The men who attacked and tortured me in the 1970’s had signifier names, Ronnie and Kasper, just like Reagan and Weinberger.

        The use of the name Casper means something.   John Lennon’s role is not easy to accept, but when you find the text, a Texas Schoolbook planted on a Little Boy from Bush’s ship in the WW2 Navy, a criminal text by pimps like Jack Ruby and his recently revealed associate Gail Raven, registered on high by bizarre Administration, signed Gail Burstyn in the name of Neva Mancine, like Manson Cinema, (and Manson had the same psychiatrist as Ruby), announced by Neva Pornographic Corporation, swastika girls, the Texas Schoolbook affirms that Yoko Ono was made beneficiary of the AIDS attack as a snuff film magnate controlling the west coast whose dacoitery not long ago murdered Saoirse Kennedy as well, lionizing its premises for Hitler as Hidden Imam of the Invisible Empire, someone “Casper” or “Lazarus ~ back from the dead” a Houdini of war, draconian king, code named:  King Casper, and you begin to realize, safe in your parallel universe, that the Genghis Khan muse in vibrant, violent Paganini-isms like “blew his mind out in a car,” and “if looks could kill it would have been us instead of him,” take away the delusion-insurance element of the bloody racing glove symbolically denied on Sgt. Pepper and replace it with the key innocence of Palace media from Pentagon-Disney, now promoted as welching a deal to doublecross the Kennedy brothers in the name of Yoko Ono, a tribute to villainy and Axis revenge.  The Beatles themselves were always a European military conjob operating from Axis Hollywood, a troubling and evil little gang of Kennedy-killing Silver Screen triplicans.

        I write this at the foot of a magic mountain in Tacoma, in a world on the brink of WW3, but everyone is safe, allied to McCartney and King Casper.

        If that was not true, what was I doing in D.C. the day Reagan claimed he was shot and why was I there with his attorneys from Pentagon-Disney and the Federal Emergency Management Agency?  He staged this National Security Absurd Theater as Double Fantasy Insurance.  They were so bold as to announce their picket with a brochure reading, “there is no such thing as objective reality, only what the jury believes.”

        I know what I am up against and can explain, even navigate through the mind-blocks and hurdles.   In other words, I’m good at what a reporter and intellectual goes to college to be trained at being good at, which is objective fact, presentation, concern for peer-review practices, and open to discussion.   By contrast, investigative agencies  hot on the chase to punish testifying against them, are also good at what they are trained to practice:  disruption by abstraction, obscure attacks, protection of powerful interests, media control and circulation of the usual slanders.  Violence, torture, dismemberment are by no means beyond them. Their Postal Union, boiling mad that I helped capture John Shulman, their poacher of museum books in Pittsburgh, followed my reply to Courtney Kennedy’s blood curdling cry to me about Saoirse, by delivering it with an anonymous call of where two more Kennedys could be found in the bottom of a lake, set in the tune of Covid to a cruel new song by Dylan languoring that Kennedy “had to pay.”  After years of terror and intimidation crime that left me deaf and neurologically damaged I was recently, tragically condemned to Parkinson’s Disease and the inevitable, somber innuendo that it is contagious through my writing; bad things happen in parallel worlds:  yet another indicator that a whole island of America has fallen and Congress cares nothing.

      Most of what pressures are uniting in America trace to the golden era of militarism under Reagan that gave us Robert Bork and the movement towards Russian Federation that began as Gorbachev’s diplomacy, which was part of the Velvet Revolution that suckered American sensibilities into Vaclav Havel’s loyalty to Bush and the installation of the corporate art object Obama.  The same faction that started the nightmare in Ukraine pimped Greta Thunberg into position.  I am a historic revisionist because I witnessed the maneuvering behind the unsayable issue of population control, and understand where the philosophical leverage being used by the reform forces in the United Nations and European Union (EU) including Turkey plan to go in pressuring America not to address our own consumer protection issues while this silent partnership between somewhat defanged Trump, Putin and the riff raff of Noam Chomsky potboil with Oliver Stone to play out a variation on the theme conjured by Vlad Zelenskiy of role fulfillment, hopping into reality from a television series that mimicked his proffered role in politics, all of which, Chomsky included, Obama as Brother Kitano, is in service to leapfrog oligarchs and the cunning violence of rock’s East India Co., eye in the pyramid Pink Floyd’s dismal obsession with British Monarchy.

      The surreal situation has an element of defense of democracy which is French and built on friendly fascism but to understudy their fascist tendencies is to recognize the autocratic tendencies of surrealism, the monarchism of the celebrity superstate and catering to war energy that comes from Hollywood.  The University of Pittsburgh and their thieving kleptomaniac moneybag Carnegie Mellon University cast me in a role of service to the pornographic partnership of Putin and Biden called The Green Party.  I was taken hostage to serve as a metaphor for our society held prisoner to the enemy within which has come to mean Israelis.  Giving me Parkinson’s disease is part of the metaphoric construct lampooning liberalism as losing control of its own limbs.

         Black America lacks the judgment to negotiate this situation. They are too easily puppeteered by symbolism, Sotheby’s and revoltingly fetishized grudges, all of which are emblematic of Obama’s dizzying legacy of drone war and Zappa catering.  Germany has been hard at it inciting Black American fantasies about Africa, who do need our help.

        The message behind the message is morbid indeed.  We all know by now about the name signifier system in Duquesne University’s war college index and the manner that their Japanese coterie used Mercy Behavioral for fascist gaming during the early stages of the Angry Fathers Movement of the onslaught, a trademark of which is Jaime Carbonell’s gang of mercenaries playing both sides for whoever can make spin control happen.  His mistranslation faith is perfect for Alexander Dugin’s power-of-belief mongering, which demonstrably appeals to all sorts of military chauvinists, but sadly enough uses Martin Heidegger, a Nazi crank who presided over book burnings and the murder of people he owed his career, in Germany.  Martin is the name of an Israeli parrot-trooper who pulled a porno ring in Pittsburgh and Seattle with Carbonell.  Martin is the name of another dacoit in UWDialectical who announced the Covid operation with a zuklear warning.  Martin is indexed to Clem’s Shack in JFK research circles around Stone and Wecht, the latter a museum thief darling of Carbonell from Pitt, someone Martin Shackleford who loves helping Mercy, Dugin and Carbonell summon miscreant ideas for Noam’s leers.  Martin Sheen rallies Sadistic Catholic Worker pimps for his Trump-Putin crowd in the Tri-State, most notably enjoying the bedroom services of Yoko Ono’s Trumpytune jetset, and of course Martin of Geo Romero’s living dead fame all testify to Duquesne and Mz. Goto.

        This is what the fact that the Pittsburgh Catholic hockey crowd came up with in their Texas Schoolbook as Two Virgins Pussyball for moral population control, Angry Father’s Genocide, points to and why it featured in childhood when WW1 gas masks showed up on my porch, Karl and Sherill, a pair whose names crimsonize into Kirill, a burn away your sins guy from Russia’s Borkian Orthodox loonies, weirdly enjoying the satire services of cigar-chomping mouff poisoners like Moonunit Zappa operating above suspicion, violently raging that change has a price of quiescence.  

      Trump has a lexicon including the phrase, "establishing the narrative." We see the old Testament moralizing from leaders being anything but moral, while encouraging cadres who empower themselves by renegotiating the Power-Distance Index by insubordination tactics that allow them to avoid academic discipline while putting forward a string of arguments that evade examination for their merits. (Putin is often very brash, which is a dog whistle to these types, he manages to mock the situation wholesale by actually presenting understandable sentiments that aren't meant to persuade but rather be derided by those his Trump mission despise, due to Russia Federation intransigence towards political dissent). So the meritorious aspects of civil recognition due Russia and Eurasia gets thrown under the bus, building resentment among gamblers out to force a spoils fight.

      Reagan knew all about Trump's plans. What they did is sometimes called limited hangout; it means divulging just enough to set up what people believe. They whittled away at our social norms from both sides.

      Reagan had a personality cult and vocal hostility for liberals which encouraged his opposition to deride him. This became a gonzo form. The gonzo editorialist for Pitt News who was constantly insulting everybody in print, including me, is now a Trump speechwriter, in fact one of his friends worked at the bookstore caught stealing millions of dollars in rare books, reported even in Smithsonian, who drove me out of town in homelessness. I was at Pitt News writing for things like ecology during Reagan and they were saying things like oh he just wants a hottie. It got really vicious but without understanding the chapters it’s too sophisticated and European to address The Trumpytune~Putinese give rowdy to shouting sense and sensibility down. My point is that gonzo seemed to be coping with Reagan when in reality Reagan was playing to it for Trump’s purposes. Lewis Lapham supported them in their tactics and made major attempts to defend that bookstore gang.