When Axis Hollywood gobbled the fourth estate and became non-news they installationed an off-Broadway Left intelligentsia which substitutes just a little for being more clever and challenging.  The former station produces worthies like someone Jenna who grimaces that calling godsgift by Holocaust Harris “cheapens” the meaning of Jewish sorrows under the Third Reich, as though trapping children under rubble and cutting them to pieces without anesthesia is new and improved “economy”.  Meanswhiles, the brilliants of the latter, so-called “Axis” of resistance, are inclined to ignore that what Hamas provoked could only have been due to inside traders as they variously cry and laugh on their versions of the ends justifying the means; all leading eventually to the New York Palestinians who worked long and hard through Pennsylvania State Institutions serving Gweener and Reagan.  One such slave driver is George Galloway, keen on demanding loveslavery to Jill Stein, an old hand at Green Party doctored books, to prove you aren’t cheapening the Holocaust.

      Galloway reminds us on his MOATS show of the Sister Souljah moment of Bill Clinton as he audaciously announces that Clinton was sincere by comparison with bogus Holocaust Harris.  Whatever, tripdude. Galloway, who helped the AIDS attacker Gail Burstyn get away, is a plumber in the Watergate sense.

       Black war greed has a long legacy in twisted global media logic and its history caters from New York like a cop towards Pittsburgh, announcing that anything which isn’t long reviewed is upstaging the open mic bully Al Sharpton, a favorite of Toon.  At Pitt, well-paid teacher Nelson Harrison grouches angrily that the queerbait isn’t special because Harrison hotwired around and created a missed opportunity to save lives with a clever bender of Black-o-loyalty to HitlerReagan.  The spinner beanies of Black Media are led by Reagan trooper Muhammed Ali in that chapter of history and what with their Nation of Islam mentalization against the white devil in favor of honorary African warriors like the Heinz Family law guild they announce their own “tricknology”.  To flex the secret Fripp tapes of CMU Carbonell Labs they Svengali’d Swimmer for Dia Galas with a Souljah moment about Tawana Bradley, Enossified indexically to the Parker Brothers of Pittsburgh Police.  Sorry 62, wrong number.

       The men who fell to earth actually did have a special person who had gotten into the works efficiently enough and with enough acumen to stridently and immediately have helped calm panic and stop the stigma boom that spread AIDS wildly, but the rabid weren’t about to stop using Jimmy Creary, that would be interference with their game.  The Last Temptation team didn’t want to be saved or anyone else to be.  They wanted a scapegoat, so they played ball with mystery men like Donohu instead.  

      The cheap talk was everywhere, it jim-jammered from the three faces of Eve like the doggerel of Mirager Waters.  Acid was the Walrus, John Lennon was Holy, a Black Man must bed the symbol of life and so on.  Having unionized against timely warning it ends exactly where it began (with just a few fewer critters) ~ at the usual ATM stick-up.