The murderers brutally tortured and then used me, doing nothing but lie, yet they observed their trend line. Approaching the truth as a game of warmer / colder with excruciating heat and ice at contact with realization, they gave bribe and pleasure to anyone who lied, too, but, when loyalty to academic processes called any of their mayhem into question they also noted with satisfaction that as the truth of their insane and brutal villainy approached the facts about who was behind it, the stone slips from the grasp of Sisyphus and rolls back down the hill, so not only were the rabid animals allowed the first attack with cheers from their own victims, they easily swept away dissent in the bonus attack.

Despite the catastrophic destruction of these deranged attacks, about which I had nothing to do and have only sought to warn, the rabid swears our world by their monotonous, endless and deranged scam, as these pages show and make clear, lisping by their misdeeds that the sane will come around when they kill Kennedys some more.

      I am deaf, diabetic, 59 years old and very poor in Section 8 without spouse or children.   My deceased father was a WW2 Naval Lieutenant, Peace Corps leader and Chair for Philosophy of Education at Pitt where his superiors in Administration authored Reagan’s Federal Emergency Management Agency Constitution, in which he had no part.  They stationed me at Falk Medical Library in 1984 when AIDS came around.   

     Warhol agents contacted me and without telling me, through Pitt and Carnegie Mellon, for Trump, working a wizzle correlation on behalf of some students who wrote me letters as a child when I was hideously kidnapped, sexually battered and deafened with a nerve agent they implanted to torture me again.  The correlation they mongered was to announce that my grief at peer rejection justified their terroristic false allegations.  With Warhol and Pitt Faculty they contracted attack prostitution through misrepresentation of intentions and used me as an object in continuous monitoring.

      In light of covid, I beg you to reconsider society’s wrongful and longstanding scorn for my completely truthful and innocent report.

James MacRyland Crary