In my father’s hospital room after the Heinz nutrition center was refused, about which I was told by “Mer” and Erlen, and I had put up a Kuharic painting of a deer leaping into darkness about which my father quipped, “maybe there is no magic reindeer,” after he was dx’d terminal, a visitor, male, Pitt professor gurgled about seeing Japanese playing in laughter, “they were just screaming and screaming,” said that one, my father morosely, “yeah…” now I wonder who the fuck he was.

       Father was clearly acquainted with the asides.  Over the years I’ve learned only some about how the University of Pittsburgh and Carnegie Mellon were working on him as they tortured me in an obscene child vivisection program.  They made it look like random crime, I couldn’t remember what had happened, I didn’t want my father to be killed, I didn’t understand yet that his work had provided their motive.  I only began to sense the sly undercurrent of Reagan’s rhetoric was very insultiing of him.

         I did know the Jews and Catholics downtown were gunning for me on an ideological wavelength, too.  There the whisper campaign about me reached my father and I think he used it sadly to exonerate himself of abandonment.   Someone else was to blame and he accepted it was me.  They never made me out to be dangerous enough that he looked into it, just confused past hope and when they made their move to escalate their slander, they mudered him first.  I don’t think, knowing me well enough, he would have gone along with their program, and it’s clear they didn’t think so either.

         With Ryland out of the way, all Fripp and Adrian had to do was call  Penny.  Cyril Wecht assured the NAACP that the Japanese money was going to be good and that Jimmy had done it to himself by rocking against Reagan at Pitt News.  With the help of Hollywood they organized a united front of the criminally insane.   Smithonsian and John Shulman are playing the same game, both wondering how far they can push the plausible alternative explanation for what they are doing before someone who has gotten wise finds some courage to speak up.  When John Shulman got caught lying about stealing and selling rare books, the Smithsonian covered it to cover up their involvement.

           When I told my father what Leslie had done he said, ‘That must have hurt.”

            Neither of us knew what one reason why it hurt so badly was that a neurological had been used.  Right under his nose Yoko Ono was pulling revenge for Hiroshima.  This following account corroborates this suspicion.  The reason why Fripp said virginity proved rape in this case was because Bush, Trump and Clinton had devized a medium to equate the willingness to have an abortion with the dropping of the atomic bomb and they sent in the agent named James W. Child.

            The call had the distinct vespers of the cackliing abortion wails of laughter on Revolution No. 9.  It came from Ono and the Warhol group from Sharon Samuels.  She thinks she’s pregnant, click whir, while I offered to raise the child, I said I would prefer not to have to.  Child made much of Preference Theory in his doctrine.  They asked do you think you are guilty.  I said no, and they had it all planned to say that proved I was lying.  From there those who started AIDS secured an exclusive on the reality rights.

           Blacks were always in on the doublecross.  New wars made way to phase out the dignities of old warriors.  With JFK fled also the power of a man like my father to protest Vietnam who were allies of the victims, Japan.  Lederer watched my mind in the manner of Wen to make sure I stayed in coma.  Family lawyers watched my father like happy Reagan dogs.   When the time came the murderers used pressure point extrusion to rob me, with names like Ernie Alleva at the bank, you earn now use it alleviate.  The Democrats in the alliance helped Reagan, Bush and Trump monger the cheap shots that made it possible, until Biden came along to normalize death in the family.

           Even the act of trying to show the Kennedys I care was twisted by the murderers into their pretentious theme of my being spiritual property, with Robert Fripp the Cliff Robertson whiz kid spinning a set of impingements and persona to hide to hide their complicity with Shulman.  When in doubt they wail at Seattle, he will get away from AIDS with a penny, slasher him, and they gnash.