UW Sociology is a stink bomb thrown at America legal premises that transforms in the name of being progressive the presumption of innocence and dignities of due process in return for a logic of we get to do it to one of your kind and the police state sniper authority out of Hollywood that threatens mayhem if you testify or blink.  Contrary to their derision, it would be much more productive socially for the NAACP to have come clean rather than perpetrate moral madness missionary macabre, as this essay about O.J. Simpson will show.  How do you sue an agency with the power to murder a Federal Judge and ripper sacrifice an innocent bystander over a penny line?

      West Coast Dialectical, always unilateral, loves to monger there's honor in their private settleance of what they all believe and that Penis Gabriel is a wise owl regulator of the just in change, false on all counts.  The truth is perpetrators making death vow to covet licky chop in disgraceful collusion, deadly to name.   I had a long conversation with Dennis Schatzman before he died when he was on O.J. Simpson’s defense team.  I think he had told me he had once been elected Judge back home.  Although I don’t really buy that Simpson couldn’t have planted the glove that didn’t fit, the timing was clocked to the riot about Leslie Katz during which time I vomited split pea soup, Jeffrey Dahmer was arrested and I recalled seeing O.J.’s film Towering Inferno next door to Earthquake sensurround when recovering from the night on Cervi’s nerve agent.  In the film he wears the number 44.  The entire case smacked of Nordenberg and Wecht in their constant sideline droning about the nature of reality and there was that look in O.J.’s eyes.

       Poison was my suspicion and since it was Wattenmaker doubly so, the enemy within calling butchery Kasper and slumming with him all along was Penis Gabriel, legendary tinkerbell butch.  Wattenmaker was a drill sergeant psychiatrist from Attica State Prison.   His kid used to rattle off the names of Governors including State of Washington while teaching me a game called Bundy seemingly coincidental to Ted Bundy then errand boy for UW Dialectical’s Governor of the State.  Leslie, too, had a high rolling pun, her best friend’s brother David Berkowitz.  Ellen had introduced us.  David Berkowitz is a different Son of Sam.  The only time I saw him he came into his kitchen where I was talking with Ellen and poured a huge beaker of O.J. and guzzled it all down by one old swig after swig, smacking his lips and gloating at me like it was a controlled substance.

        The evidence that Greta’s entourage were behind AIDS and the Covid bomb isn’t deadly threatening to her unless she didn’t know then they will stalk and distrust her just as they have done me who was similarly groomed to grow into my role having been spawned as a stand-in for my father’s crowd’s mission at sea.  Despite the groaning of Seattle that drugs are suicide and users must die because Lennon was the Saint of Attica State and bosom poet of Wattenmaker, the evidence clarified what I had trouble describing from coma-bound memory because I was brain damaged and unconscious at the mercy of a brutal hypnotist.  The authors truly believe I wanted to, that’s why they said they nearly killed me forcing me to decide.

         The attackers avoid discussing Dia and the book she gave me at the Governor’s School showing her linkage to Cliff Robertson and Dia Galas, preferring the interrogation methods of a Robert Redford lookalike and his Aryan blond Kuryakin who loafed with her at the Governor’s School and who cornered me when word got around someone smelled weed. He was very disappointed in us, he had even taken us to see the monkeys.  (No, Louis, I really did not take marijuana to the Pennsylvania Governor’s School for the Arts). In one season episode, Kuryakin himself looks out of a hole in the plane saying the man apparently had an explosive device and should be offered a partial refund.  They had in mind a Kennedy half who was executed to punish Hiroshima and give the weapons back to our betters. All the evidence shows this pattern and that Hollywood spies took control of our TV sets for their brand of public education.   Robert Vaughn, star of the show, went along with Kennedy’s campaign for the ride.  

        You have the wrong passenger.