America is the grip of a Myth Turf War in which our Postal Service has already capitulated to the demand from Great Britain that loyalty to them and the Star of David flag of Israel be interpreted as Patriotism by putting John Lennon on a stamp and cheapening the honor of such appearances by selling the right to Microsoft customers.  America is now officially a client state. The assassins at large masterminded a deranged cinema and media fraud in which Ringo Starr actively seeks to condemn me as a guilty person in a farce because I knew nothing about it. The longer this has gone on the less mysterious it has become. The attackers kidnapped me to use me as a utility in their myth charade and Ringo is using police in attempts to make good on the investment.  As a favor to their old favorite celebrity, psychiatrists just lie.

        Corporations pulling this hoodwink game which airbrushes many, many facts out of history, chokes the paper shredders, murders dissent and punishes humane gestures, devoid of a face you can confront in a court of law, have shamans of Ivy League malice working machine intelligence denial demand maintenance rapidguitors fixed into what we now call the matrix of the once fourth estate.   Evidence itself is ruled inadmissible. They prescribed a dogma that they construe by bully power as law. Innocence, in this mission, is guilt itself.

        American Police Society of course is terribly disappointed in themselves, by all appearances not for allowing this to happen, but for being tripped up.   The hegemony of monstrous egoism and disdain for Our Commonwealth at work in these devious hustlers, the violent pimps of gore with their suit and tie attorneys, spanking the news reporters from Hollywood high, is also hellbent on bringing out the Tyrannosaurus Rex asleep in the Planet Earth that is becoming enraged by human misconduct with no likelihood of showing mercy to our young.

       The idea that I am trapped in forgiveness because Ringo Starr will not let up if I don’t is inane.  There’s nothing to be forgiven for. King Edward thought of himself as the Wizard of Oz and me as a convenient scapegoat.  The same people blaming me watched me through the entire ordeal to make sure I never caught on or escape. Edward’s step down in status to Duke was no doubt in solidarity with Mitsui who did the same.  They let the power fall (back into their hands).

      The misleader collective split hairs over easily checked facts, but that Jonestown occured a week before San Fran cried over spilt milk doesn’t exterminate the symbolism, despite the shell games of the twink attorneys to the rescue of Burstyn and Mark Lane.  Two Virgins Pussyball isn’t patriotism and it never will be.

       You can’t just kill Kennedys, say nyeah nyeah ya didn’t and taunt people who loved them with the evidence you did.

        It’s not amusing to be terrorized with prison by a culture that robbed me of a career, made me deaf, all but cut my dick off, raped my best friend and chided me publicly about grabbing my love, but if you want to go that road, you know where I live.  Maybe you can pull it off. I am saying Reagan started AIDS, and Zappa was his partner.