Team Gabriel have long wrecked the planet.  I approached them about doing a Greta Thunberg in the 80’s.  They wanted to pull off AIDS first, level the Middle East, cooperate with HitlerReagan and wreak havoc in the name of John Lennon.  Further, no American Gretas allowed.  Greta Thunberg has been known to step outside her role but it was given so much definition in advance by Team Gabriel that we will discuss todays Rubic’s Greta or if you prefer some K’s Kubrick’s Greta, a form of silent running of the type Trump performed in the 60’s and 70’s.  To understand Greta you need to understand how The Beatles answered from South Africa in the 1980’s, with Moxyland.  Moxyland is a scene where kids get to rebel at the instigation of their betters to designated ends.

        There is a synergy between Arnold Schwarzenegger’s insistence on marrying a trophy Kennedy squaw and castrating a deaf poet as a squashed Republican voodoo doll while announcing his agency with Greta from Austria.

        If Gretchen, who minds the kitchen at the Clubhouse, did something to cause labile hypertension, which Seattle authorities have given me the right to wonder, her hostility for personal wealth as a Catholic Worker is finding an outlet in Martin Sheen’s Team Gabriel dispute over their right to manufacture genocide pornography.  I have already mentioned that the murderers uploaded false narrative into the clubhouse closed captions, “Our goal is to see him drop dead on the Clubhouse floor.”  Why is Gallaudet ignoring this?  They used the name Lister in an online community and then poisoned me in the mouth.  One of his words was “Asshat” which is like Allhat, signifying in research Heart Attack Trial.

        Team Gabriel is a drama club of murderers who thrive molesting our planet by constant emergency and extreme situations.  Greta’s role is to cry out macho, how can you be selfish at a time like this?  Team Gabriel is a House of Billionaires.  Cooperative education has a place as a ruse subordinate to their plans for the planet.

        Notice some of the pun cripe (which in British English is puncraepft).  In Pittsburgh, before the mansion was bought by an old antagonist Andy Schecter, Ross Kronenbitter let rooms in a place Bohemians could live nicely for 90 dollars a month called Bank House for its proximity to one, actually an old historic Yiddish house with obscure Yiddish things built into its prayer doors.  In the early days of the second perplex an Italian man named Antonio showed up for a while.  Vivacious and good at cutlery, Antonio promoted an Italian politician who made her early fame in pornography.  I wasn’t canny enough at the time to notice the reference to San Antonio and the Alamo and this was before all that really got going, but Kronenbitter had spoken to me of drama school matters and this was all part of the play.

          Notice the importance of Mike Exler, pronounced X-slur and the similarity to Exxon.  We have on record that pedophile Donald who worked with Andrea Swimmer and Jaime Carbonell on the world famous carrot gaffe under Reagan at CMU was partners with Todd Clark, author in 1975, the year of Trump’s mesmer cameo in the film Network and time of the Burstyn script, of Flame Over Africa, a signal of their intent to void the Environmental Modification Treaty.

          In a dream I had last night, no doubt apocryphal, Reagan asked Stalin for advice who answered, I have no advice to give you but America’s heart is for sale.  The point is impressive in a surrogacy shuffled of counterfeits, Confederates and the counter-culture working together in slime, I mean Seattle.